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SEP 24 1904 

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COPVRIGHT, 1874, BY 

SCRIBNER, ARMSTRONG & CO. 

Copyright, 1904, by 
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 



Published September, 1904 



TROW DIHECTORV 

PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY 

NfcW YORK 



TO 
KARL AND ]0 



Authors Note 

T'hougb most of the verses in this little volume 
may be familiar to readers of former editions 
of " Rhymes and Jingles" there are now in- 
cluded a number of pieces which have not before 
appeared in prints and^ thanks to the liberality 
of the publishers^ the rather outworn pictures 
of earlier editions are here replaced by artistic 
illustrations and decorative designs — the work 
of the well-known artist. Miss Sarah S. Stil- 
well. 

While hoping that young folk of all ages 
would welcome a new edition of the book for 
its own sake — the author wishes to make due 
acknowledgment, alike to publishers and illus- 



AUTHOR'S NOTE 

trator, for the beauty ^ freshness and variety 
of the decorative setting given to this latest 
issue of " Rhymes and Jingles." 

September i, jgo4. 



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Going to London Page 1 

Looking Back 3 

Fair Play 5 

Fire in the Window 7 

^'Bye, Baby, Night is Come" 8 

Ok No, 'Tisn't So 10 

LeVs Play 11 

Little Jo's Compliment 12 

The Pensive Cricket 14 

When I Am Big, I Mean to Buy 17 

Elfin Jack, The Giant-Killer 19 

Troubled 21 

A Black-nosed Kitten * 22 

Don't Trust Chatter 23 

Here's Plenty of Shells 24 

"Little Charley 25 

Making It Skip 26 

Hark! My Children 27 
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CONTENTS 






Wind for the Tree-Top 


Page 


28 


Farm Lessons 




29 


Stocking Song on Christmas Eve 




30 


Belle Dreer and the Silver Dish-cover 




31 


S710W, Snow, Everywhere! 




32 


March 




33 


Snow 




35 



S^#i^S©^®s 




Little Green Hummer 38 

Gluck! Gluck! 39 

Bright Little Buttercup 40 

Oh! Vd Search the World Over 41 

Wire-locks, Curly-pate, Tangle, and Floss 42 

Hollyhock, Hollyhock, Bend for Me 43 

Bumble of Bumblcby 44 

Sunlight or Starlight 45 

A Lad of Nansook, a Jewel-pod Took 45 

Blow Loud for the Blossoms 46 

Little Polly Always Clever 47 

Burs 48 

The Ants 49 

The Moon Came Late to a Lonesome Bog 50 

Ho, Dandelion! My Lightsome Felloio 51 
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CONTENTS 

Hobbled y Hops Page 52 

Good Mistress Sundial 53 

Some Thing in the Garden Murmurs all the Day 54 



A Song of St. Nicholas 55 

The Little Mother 59 

A Riddle 60 

Midsummer Frolics 61 

A Suggestion for a Happy New Year 62 

Jean and Kitty 63 

Lemons for Molly 63 

Out of the Shell 64 

/ Know Where There's a Beautiful Shoe 65 

Willie 66 

Trotty Malone 68 

The Terrible Ball 69 

Night and Day 72 

Wouldn't and Would 73 

My Week 74 

Baby in Dreamland 76 

One and One 78 

The Well-Meaning Frog 79 

The Little Dutchman 80 

Hoiv Many Things in My Pocket 81 

Little Pot Soon Hot 82 

Have You Heard the News, Good Neighbor f 83 

Nell and Her Bird 84 



CONTENTS 




Some One We Cannot Hear 


Page 86 


My Laddie 


87 


The Stubborn Boot 


88 


Sony of Summer 


90 


The Queen o' May 


91 


In the Wood 


92 


In the Basket 


94 


Wandering Joe 


95 


Children's Hymn 


96 


The Sun and the Stars 


98 


Taking Time to Grow 


100 


The Rats 


101 


Doggie's Tricks 


102 


The Third of Jxdy 


104 


Coming 


107 


The Dainty Miss Rose 


108 


If Cows Wore Satin Slippers 


111 


Bumble Bramble 


111 


Bees in the Manger 


111 


Little Whimpy 


112 


Little Beginnings 


114 


Rut-a-tut-tuts 


115 


The Sandman 


116 


There Was a Brave Knight of Lorraine 


118 


In Trust 


119 


The Naughty Boy 


120 


Holloa! What's the Matter? 


122 


The Little Mote 


123 



CONTENTS 




The Alphabet 


Page 124 


Three Ways 


128 


A Farmer in Bungleton Had a Colt 


129 


There Was a Shretcd Lad of Cooloo 


129 


Among the Animals 


130 


Poor Little Toddlekins! 


132 


What Shall I Buy 


133 


Waiting for Father 


134 


Dobbin s Friend 


136 


Spinning Your Top 


138 


One Step, Two Step 


139 


Up in the Morning Early 


140 


Be Careful 


141 


Two Little Froggies 


142 


Pins in the Carpet 


143 


Trottery, Trottery, Out of Breath 


143 


Pussy's Class 


144 


Dumphy Dicky 


146 


Some Are Starving, Some Are Filling 


146 


There's a Fragrance in the Blossom 


146 


Johnny the Stout 


147 


Pussy and Doggie 


149 


Old Doctor Paff 


149 


Willie's Lodger 


150 


Billy Boy 


152 


Little Miss Limherkin 


153 


The Way to Do It 


154 


Holloa, Old Scuttle! 


156 



CONTENTS 




When I Was Little 


Page lo7 


I'd Like to Be a Splendid Man 


157 


Not Only in the Christmas-tide 


158 


Christmas * 


159 


Side by Side 


160 


Birdies With Broken Wings 


161 


The Three Old Ladies 


162 


The Mayor of Scuttleton 


165 


NelVs Notion 


166 


Good Night 


167 


What Makes Baby Brave and Bright ? 


167 


Ten Kinds 


168 


Shepherd John 


169 


Lazy Lou 


170 


Comb and Brush 


170 


Flowers 


171 


Thinking Aloud 


172 


Willy and His Pipe 


173 


The Knowing Raccoon 


175 


The Star Family 


176 


Good Morning 


177 


Wake Up, Birdie 


178 


Oh, No 


179 


The Difference 


180 


Confusion 


181 


The Frog Who Wouldnt a-Wooing Go 


182 


The Pig and the Lark 


185 


I Gave My Puss a Mac-a-roon 


186 


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CONTENTS 



A Common Mistake 


Page 187 


Look Up 


187 


Poor Little Mousie 


188 


Cousin Jeremy 


188 


What Shall We Take to Boston? 


189 


Oh, Where Are All the Good Little Girls? 


190 


Extravagance 


190 


Harry 


191 


There Was an Old Weather-Vane 


192 


Twistan, Turnem, Let Me See 


192 


What They Say 


193 


There Was a Rare Boy 


194 


There Was an Old Doctor of Brille 


194 


I Had a Little Scotchman 


195 


The Rocking-Horse 


196 


Up in a Balloon 


198 


At the Window 


199 


The Cook\'i Little Boy 


201 


Benny's Buttons 


202 


The Frost King 


203 


Early to Bed and Early to Rise 


205 


Tom of Clapham 


205 


The Wooden Horse 


206 


Comb Music 


208 


When tJie Sun is Sinking Low 


209 


Four Little Birds All Flew From Their Nest 


210 


Baby Nell 


211 


Little Minnie Stowe 


212 



CONTENTS 

How the New Year Came Page 213 

Christmas Bells 216 

Master Tremble 217 

Nobody Near Him, All in the Dark 221 




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P, down! Up, down! 

All the way to London town- 
Sunny road and shady. 
I'm the papa, 
You're the ma'ma, 
You're the pretty lady! 

Up, down! Up, down! 
All the way to London town — 
See how fast we're going! 
Feel the jar 
Of the car? 
Feel the wind a-blowing? 
1 



GOING TO LONDON 

Up, down! Up, down! 
All the way to London town — 
Here we are this minute! 
Rock-a-chair 
Anywhere, 
When we two are in it. 




EjOoKmgHWiK 

By "Deacon Green." 

TF I were a boy again, — ah, me! — 
^ How very, very good I'd be! 
I would not sulk, I would not cry, 
I'd scorn to coax for cake or pie. 
I would not cause Mamma distress, 
I'd never hate to wash and dress. 
I'd rather learn a task than play, 
And ne'er from school I'd run away. 
I'd any time my jack-knife lend. 
And share my toys with every friend. 
I'd gladly go to bed at six. 
And never be "as cross as sticks." 
I'd run with joy to take a pill. 
And mustard wear whenever ill. 
I'd never wish to skate or swim, 
But wisely think of dangers grim. 
And, oh, I'd never, just for fun. 
Beg to go hunting with a gun! 
3 



LOOKING BACK 

At every naughty thing I did — 

For mischief might be somewhere hid — 

I'd drop at once upon my knees, 

And say, "Dear Teacher, flog me, please." 



It's easy to be good, you see, 
When looking back from sixty-three. 



IFAIR PLAYW 

ONE twilight hour, — well, long ago. 
Some Katydids — 
Yes, Katydids — 
Assembled in the linden row, 
'Mid buzzing things of many kinds, 
To ease their puzzled little minds, 
Just Katydids ? 
Yes, Katydids. 

Then one most gravely raised his head, 
And to his nimble comrades said: 
"Now, brothers, in this peaceful spot. 
We'll see if Katy did or not. 
Let us take up the case with zest. 
Decide the point, then let it rest. 
No frank opinion need be hid; 
And, as for me, I think she did." 

Convincing argument ensued. 
Though none would willingly be rude. 
Each an opinion firm expressed, 
In strong yet simple language dressed: 

"Katy did!" 

"Katy didn't!" 
"Katy did!" 

"Katy didn't!" 
5 



FAIR PLAY 

We threw our summer casement wide; 
Nothing we saw (how well they hide!) 
But softly through the listening night 
Still came those arguments polite: 

"Katy did!" 

"Katy didn't!" 
"Katy did!" 

"Katy didn't!" 

We felt through all the tumult fine 
That sounding order: "Comrades mine 
Let each be heard. Speak freely, friends! 
Debate, when honest, never ends. 
No frank opinion need be hid; 
And, as for me, I think she did.'* 

Soft sighed the breeze, and starlight grew; 
Our lighted casement blinked, we knew; 
And still we smiled, and let it in — 
That softly shrill, persistent din; 
That undertone: "Speak freely, friends! 
Debate, when honest, never ends." 

Ah! was it so? 

Not girls? O-h! Oh! 

Not boys? Well, nol 

But Katydids — 

Just Katydids! 




FIRE in the window! flashes in the pane! 
Fire on the roof-top! blazing weather-vane! 
Turn about, weather-vane! put the fire out! 
The sun's going down, sir, I haven't a doubt. 



Bye Baby 

NioHt IS Oome 



BYE, baby, day is over. 
Bees are drowsing in the clover, 
Bye baby, bye! 
Now the sun to bed is gliding, 
All the pretty flowers are hiding; 
Bye, baby, bye! 

Bye, baby, birds are sleeping; 
One by one the stars are peeping; 

Bye, baby, bye! 
In the far-oflP sky they twinkle — 
While the cows come "tinkle, tinkle;'* 

Bye, baby, bye! 

Bye, baby, mother holds thee; 
Loving, tender care enfolds thee; 

Bye, baby, bye! 
Angels in thy dreams caress thee! 
Through the darkness guard and bless thee! 

Bye, baby, bye! 







OH, no! 
'Tis n't so! 
Papa's watch 
Won't go? 

It mnsi go — • 
Guess I know! 
Last night 
I wound it tight. 
And greased it nice 
"With camphor-ice. 



10 



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LAST summer, on a cloudy day 
I heard two youngsters plan their play; 

WILLIE: 

"Let's play that you're a lion, 

And I'm a little chap 
You, fierce and strong, a-watching, 

I, going to take a nap. 
And when I've shut my eyes, Ben, 

You'll steal close up to me " 



'And as to what will happen next 
Why just you wait and see!" 

This settled, Ben stole, crouching. 

Into a "thicket deep," 
Ready to spring when Willie 

Should "play he was asleep." 

When, suddenly, with livid gleam, 

A roar of thunder broke. 
And Willie, terrified, sprang up, — 

Indignant at the joke. 

"You shouldn't flash your eyes like that! 

You shouldn't roar and bawl! — " 
And, to this day, poor Willie thinks 

The "lion" did it all! 
11 



Little Jos Compliment 

ONCE in a lifetime something comes 
So cheery and bright that it really hums; 
Sweet to rememl)er as years go by, 
With joy and love in it: that is why. 

You see it was this way: Little Jo, 

My own dear darling from top to toe, 

Not because of a way she had — 

Not because she was good or bad — 

Or anything charmingly so and so, 

But only just because she was Jo — 

Well, she and I one beautiful day 

Were watching some merry children play. 

'Twas a romping, gay, liglit-hearted band; 

But Baby Jo slipped her little hand 

In mine, and whispered: "Now, couldn't we go 

Somewhere and play by ourselves, you know ? 

They're nice and good, but you and me — 

Our play is so diff'rent, don't you see!" 

Whether young or old, when you start to play 
With a little tot, you should feel "her way." 
And so I did. Years were quite forgot. 
I was six to her six — yet, six to a dot. 
And when she added: "They're happy. Let's run!" 
We slipped away, and we had great fun. 
12 



LITTLE JO'S COMPLIMENT 

And that was all. But now you know 
Why I was made happy by little Jo. 
For she without knowing all it meant 
Had paid me a precious compliment. 




13 



heF^nsiveCricket • 



/^NE cold November morning, 

^^ All gay companions scorning, 

A pensive cricket sought 

In melancholy thought 

His woes to stifle. 

"Alas! alas!" cried he, 

"Ah woe, ah woe is me I 

I really do not see 

Why I should be 

So melan-melancholy. Ah me! 

I<et's see." 



He thought, and thought, and thought, — 
That cricket did. 
"It is not love nor care. 
That fills me with despair. 
My chirp is sharp and sweet. 
And nimble are my feet; 
My appetite is good. 
And bountiful my food; 
My coat is smooth and bright; 
My wings are free and light, — 
Then ah, and oh, ah me! 
What can the matter be?" 
14 



THE PENSIVE CRICKET 

Ix)ng time the cricket sighed, 

And muttered low: "Confound it!" 

Then joyfully he cried: 

"Eureka! Oh, Eureka!" 

By which he meant, "I've found it**-^ 

The learned little shrieker, 

"It is— ah well-a-day! 

Because my girl's away. 

My nimble, dimble Dolly, 

My cheery, deary Polly. 

Oh, queen of little girls! 

I like her sunny curls; 

I like her eyes and hair. 

Her funny little stare. 

Her way of jumping quick 

Whene'er she hears me click. 

She's loving and she's neat. 

She's spry and true and sweet; 

And though I caper free. 

She never steps on me. 



" Kee-nick! kee-nick! 
Ker-tick! a-tick! 

And now the thought has come, 
To-inorrow shell he home! 
My Polly, Polly, Polly, 
My nimble, dimble Dolly! 
I'll dance to-night 
In the bright moonlight, 
15 



THE PENSIVE CRICKET 

To-morrow I'll see Polly! — • 
Tra la! How very jolly! " 



Next night the house with pleasure rang ; 

For Polly-girl had come; 
The cricket on the hearthstone sang. 

And home once more was home. 



16 




TVT^IEN I am big, I mean to buy 

'• A dozen platters of pumpkin-pie, 
A barrel of nuts, to have 'em handy, 
And fifty pounds of sugar-candy. 

When I am big, I mean to wear 

A long-tailed-coat, and crop my hair; 

I'll buy a paper, and read the news. 
And sit up late whenever I choose. 



17 




ELFIN JACK 




Kiden 




O not think the story 

Of the giant-killer's glory 
Is known and cherished only by your- 
selves, 
O, my dears; 
For his deeds so daring, 
And his trick of scaring 
All his foes, are quite familiar to the elves, 
It appears. 

In the starlight tender — 
In the moonlight's splendor 
Do they gather and recount every deed, 
It is said; 
How he met a hornet. 
Who was playing on a cornet, 
Out of tune; and he slew him with a reed, — 
Slew him dead! 

How, growing ever bolder. 
With his reed upon his shoulder. 
And an acorn-shield upon his little arm. 
Well equipped — 
He sought a mighty giant. 
Who was known as "Worm, the Pliant," 
And after giving battle, fierce and warm, 
Left him whipped. 
19 





ELFIN JACK, THE GIANT-KILLER 

How he saw a spider 
With her victim, dead beside her, 
Told her, in a voice of fury, to begone 
From his sight; 
How he killed her when she'd risen 
To her cruel, fatal prison. 
And nobly freed her captives, so forlorn, — 
Gallant knight! 

Ah, but the elves are proudest. 
And ring his praises loudest. 
When telling of a snail, grim and hoary, 
In his mail. 
With those fearful horns before him, 
Jack gallantly upbore him. 
And killed him with a thrust (to his glory) 
In the tail! 

List in the starlight tender, — 
List in the moonlight's splendor, — 
For a whirring, like hurrahing, in the glen, 
Far and near. 
'Tis the elves who, looking back 
To their giant-killer. Jack, 
Tell his story to each other, — funny men! 
With a cheer. 





20 



TROUBLED 

TF it were not for fairies, this world would be drear; 
^ (I'm sure there are fairies, — heigh-ho!) 

The grass would not tangle, 

The bluebells would jangle. 
The days would be stupid and queer, you know, 
And everything dull if the fairies should go. 

(I'm sure they are true, — heigh-ho!) 

I love to believe in the godmother's mice. 

And Hop-o'-my-Thumb, heigh-ho! 

And it's cruel in Willy 

To call me a silly. 
If brothers would only be nice, you know. 
Not tease and make fun, all my troubles would go, — 
I'd believe in the fairies forever, — heigh-ho! 



21 




A BLACK-NOSED kitten will slumber all the day; 
•^ ^ A white-nosed kitten is ever glad to play; 
A yellow-nosed kitten will answer to your call; 
And a gray-nosed kitten I wouldn't have at all! 



22 




|ON'T trust Chatter, who whispers low, 
And tells you stories of Prue and Joe. 
Be sure when she whispers to Joe and Prue, 
She'll tell them many a tale of you. 




I ERE'S plenty of shells and clay and water, 
Make me some country pies, my daughter." 
"Oh! yes, mamma — and the sun is hot, 
I can heat my oven as well as not. 
If you will take, why, I will make — 
Pit 'em and pat 'em and set 'em to bake." 



24 



WHAT is coming ? Something bright. 
It fills the doorway with its light; 
It thrills the room with music sweet 
Of laugh and prattle and little feet; 
It makes it bloom like a garden bed 
With white and blue and yellow and red; 
It covers the wall with pictures made 
Of every moment's light and shade, 
And heightens all the sunlit air 
With dancing eyes and flowing hair. 
Bidding our hearts sing out with joy — 
And yet it's only a little boy, 
Only our little Charley. 



25 



Making it Skip 



I 



f'LL make it skip!" 

Cried Harry, seizing a bit of stone. 
And, in a trice, from our Harry's hand. 
With scarce a dip, 
Over the water it danced alone. 

While we were watching it from the land- 
Skip! skip! skip! 

"I'll make it skip!" 
Now, somehow, that is our Harry's way: 
He takes little troubles that vex one so, 
Not worth a flip. 
And makes them seem to frolic and play 
Just by his way of making them go 
Skip! skip! skip! 



26* 



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T TARK! hark! O my children, hark! 
* ^ When the sky has lost its blue 
What do the stars sing in the dark ? 
"We must sparkle, sparkle, through." 

What do leaves say in the storm, 

Tossed in whispering heaps, together? 

"We can keep the violets warm 
'Till they wake in fairer weather." 

What do happy songsters say, 

Flitting through the gloomy wood ? 

"We must sing the gloom away — 
Sun or shadow, God is good." 




27 




IND for the tree-top, sun for the spear; 
Johnny will be a big boy in a year. 
When he is big he can battle the storm; 
While he is little, we'll wrap him up warm. 



28 



FARM LESSONS 

"T TO! plowman Kelly! How does it feel 

■^ ^ To get in a wagon by climbing the wheel?" 
" Nay, nay, little master, don't try it, I beg. 
For that is the way that I broke my leg." 

"Kelly, Kelly! Come, show me the way 
They turn this machine when they cut the hay!" 
"No, no, little master, just let it be — 
That hay -cutter cut off my thumb for me." 

"Ho, Kelly! The well-curb is rimmed with moss. 
Now look at me while I jump across!" 
"Hold, hold, yoimg master! 'Twould be a sin! 
I tried it once, and I tumbled in." 

"Kelly, Kelly! Send me to jail. 
But I'll pluck a hair from yon pony's tail." 
"Oh, master, master! Come back! Don't try — 
That's the very way that I lost my eye." 

"Why, Kelly, man, how under the sun 
Can you be so frisky and full of fun ? — - 
With all your mishaps, you are never a spoon — 
You're as brave as a lion and wise as a coon." 

"Well, well, young master, maybe it's so. 
And maybe it isn't. But this I know: 
It just brings trouble and mischief and slaughter, 
To be fussin' around where one hadn't ought ter." 

29 



STOCKING SONG ON CHRISTMAS EVE 

TVTELCOME, Christmas! heel and toe, 

' ' Here we wait thee in a row. 
Come, good Santa Claus, we beg, — 
Fill us tightly, foot and leg. 

Fill us quickly ere you go, — 
Fill us till we overflow. 
That's the way! and leave us more 
Heaped in piles upon the floor. 

Little feet that ran all day 
Twitch in dreams of merry play ; 
Little feet that jumped at will 
Lie all pink, and warm, and still. 

See us, how we lightly swing; 
Hear us, how we try to sing. 
Welcome, Christmas! heel and toe, 
Come and fill us ere you go. 

Here we hang till some one nimbly 
Jumps with treasure down the chimney. 
Bless us! how he'll tickle us! 
Funny old St. Nicholas! 



30 



BELLE AND THE SILVER DISH-COVER 

'f\ MAMMA! look," cried little Belle Dreer; 

^^ "There's a girl in the cover like me; 
And whenever I move she looks so queer; 
It's so funny — I never did see! 

"Why, she makes a face if I turn my cheek; 

She makes a face if I wink. 
Oh! her hair runs off, and she tries to speak; 

Why, she's frightened at me, I think! 

"Come out, little girl, and see my doll; 

Come out of the shine and play. 
I haven't a bit of a sister at all, 

And my dolly is sick to-day. 

" My dolly is sick, and my book is torn, 
And my hair will have to be curled; 

And mother is reading. It's real forlorn 
To be all alone in the world. 

"Come out, little girl. Oh! I wish you would 
[You mustnt make faces that way.] 

I'd lift you out of the shine if I could, 
And play with you all the whole day." 



31 



ONOW, snow, everywhere! 
^^ Snow on frozen mountain peak, 
Snow on Flippit's sunny hair, 
Snowflakes melting on his cheek. 
Snow, snow, wherever you go. 
Shifting, drifting, driving snow. 

But Flippit does not care a pin, 

It's Winter without and Summer within, 

So, tumble the flakes, or rattle the storm. 

He breathes on his fingers and keeps them warm. 



32 




IN the snowing and the blowing, 
In the cruel sleet, 
Little flowers begin their growing 

Far beneath our feet. 
Softly taps the Spring, and cheerly, 

"Darlings, are you here?" 
Till they answer, "We are nearly, 
Nearly ready, dear." 
33 



MARCH 

"Where is Winter, with his snowing? 

Tell us, Spring," they say. 
Then she answers, "He is going. 

Going on his way. 
Poor old Winter does not love you; 

But his time is past; 
Soon my birds shall sing above you,^ 

Set you free at last." 




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ITTLE white feathers, 
Filling the air — 
- Little white feathers! 

How came ye there ? 
"We came from the cloud-birds 

Sailing so high; 
They're shaking their white wings 
^ Up in the sky." 

Little white feathers, 

How swift you go! 
Little white snowflakes, 
> I love you so! 

"We are swift because 

We have work to do; 
But hold up your face. 

And we'll kiss you true." 



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T ITTLE green Hummer IFoq) 
^~^ Was born in the summer; 
His coat was as bright 
As the emerald's light. 
Short was his song, 
Though his bill it was long; 
His weight altogether 
Not more than a feather. 
From dipping his head 
In the sunset red, 
And gilding his side 
In its fiery tide. 
He gleamed like a jewel. 
And darted around, 
'Twixt sunlight and starlight, 
Ne'er touching the ground. 
Now over a blossom. 
Now under, now in it; 
Here, there, and everywhere. 
All in a minute. 
Ah! never he cared 
Who wondered and stared, — 
His life was completeness 
Of pleasure and sweetness; 
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LITTLE GREEN HUMMER 

He revelled in lightness, 
In fleetness and brightness, 
This sweet little Hummer 
That came with the summer. 



GLUCK! gluck! From under a log, 
Squatting and leaping, comes Flucky the Frog. 
Wide is his mouth, and spreading his toes; 
Verj' elastic and shiny his clothes; 
Though lofty his jumpings and brazen his stare, 
He sees not the Hummer that flits in the air. 




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RIGHT little buttercup, now you will show 
Whether my darling likes butter or no. 
Buttercup, buttercup, will you begin ? 
Shine me an answer under her chin. 




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OH, I'd search the world over 
For one four-leaved clover! 
Bend low, pretty grass, bend low! 
Jump, little crickets! and tumble, you bees! 
Green little grasshoppers, limber your knees ! 
There's one hidden somewhere, I know. 



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IRE-LOCKS, Curly-pate, Tangle, and Floss 
To make some fine curls they were quite at a loss. 
Till they found them a field of the bright dandelion 
And made the green ringlets " with only half tryin'." 





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OLLYHOCK, hollyhock, bend for me, 
I need a cheese for my dolly's tea. 
I'll put it soon on an acorn plate, 
And dolly and I shall feast in state. 



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I iTJMBLE of Bumbleby bumped his nose, 
^-^ Trying to light on a damask rose; 
He bumped his nose, but he didn't care 
As he pitched about in the dizzy air. 
Whenever he tried to his love to fly. 
He would scurry ahead and pass her by; 
So he tumbled at last on a larkspur near, 
And buzzed his business into her ear. 



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UNLIGHT or starlight, 

Tilly, my nilly. 
Find me a stem 

Of the tiger-lily; 
I'll fill it full 

From the fountain there 
And flash the water 

Over your hair! 




LAD of Nansook 

A jewel-weed took. 
And he pressed the end with a will; 

The sudden report 

Was capital sport. 
And the seeds they are flying still. 



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11 LOW loud for the blossoms that live in the trees, 
^^ And low for the daisies and clover; 
But as soft as I can for the violets shy, 
Yes, softly — and over and over. 




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ITTLE Polly, always clever, 
Takes a leaf of live-forever; 
Before you know it 
You see her blow it, 
A gossamer sack 
With a velvet back. 
How big it grows 
As she puffs and blows! 
But have a care, 
It is full of air. 
Unless Polly should stop 
It will crack with a pop; 

And that's the end of the live-forever; 

But little Polly is very clever. 
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DEAR me! 
What shall it be ? 
Such sticky affairs ^ 

Did ever you see ? # 

Let's make a basket, W 

Let's make a mat, * 

Let's make a tea-board. 

Let's make a hat; 
Let's make a cottage, 

Windows and doors; 
You do the roof. 

And I'll do the floors. ^ 

Let's make a pancake, — ^ 

Stick them together; ^i 

See how they fasten ^ 

Close to each other! n 

Tied to one's heel n 

They would answer for spurs; # 
Ah, how we love them, 

These comical burs! 41 



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TheA^nts 

A^ OOD Mistress Ant, I pray, what is the matter? 
^^ Why this commotion without any clatter? 
"Alack! alack! we're ruined, you see; 
I've lost my children, and they've lost me! 
Our houses have fallen, our city is shorn, 
And thousands are murdered or running forlorn. 
Ah me! who would think that such power to destroy 
Could lurk in the heel of a bare-footed boy ?" 




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* I 'HE Moon came late to a lonesome bog, 
■■• And there sat Goggleky Gluck, the frog. 
"My stars!" she cried, and veiled her face, 
"What very grand people they have in this 
place!" 




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), Dandelion! my lightsome fellow! 
What has become of all your yellow ? 
"My bonnie yellow it wouldn't stay, 
It turned about and it went away, 
Till nothing at all was left of me 
But the misty, feathery bafl you see; 
Yet pluck me off, and blow me well. 
The time o' day I'll surely tell." 



Whiff! whiff! "Blow again, — 
Blow with all your might and main." 
Whiff! whiff! "That is four. 
Now I've but two feathers more." 
Whiff! "How tight the last one sticks!" 
Whiff! "It's gone; and that makes six. 
The sun is getting low, I see. 
And you must hurry home to tea." 



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Hops 



TTOBBLEDY HOPS 

* "^ He made some tops 
Out of the morning glory; 

He used the seed, — 

He did indeed; 

And that's the end of my story. 



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/'^ OOD Mistress Sundial, what is the hour?" 
^^ "Alack! to tell you I've not the power. 
It rains; and I only can work, you see, 
When the sun is casting his light on me. 
I'm nothing at all but a senseless block 

Whenever his beautiful rays depart; 
But ask my neighbor, the Four-o'clock; 
She carries the time o' day in her heart." 



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OOMETHING in the garden murmurs all the day; 
^^ Something in the garden moans the night away; 
Deep in the pine-trees, hidden from our sight, 
It murmurs all day, and it moans all night. 




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^^^ Sk. tlicholas 

1^1^^^ OME, ho! sing, ho! ye chimney sprites. 
Come and a riddle unravel: 
Tell us true, by the dancing lights, 
Where does Saint Nicholas travel? 



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A SONG OF ST. NICHOLAS 



In the twinkling of an eye, 
Hither, thither, doth he hie, — 
North and south and east and west; 
Not a moment doth he rest. 
Valleys, hills, and mountain passes. 
Sunny fields and drear morasses, 
Silent plains and busy towns, 
Yankee meadows, English downs, — 
Whether crowded, lone or wild. 
So it holds one little child, — 
Every spot, he knows by heart; 
What if half the world apart ? 
In the twinkling of an eye 
Hither, thither, doth he hie. 



Prythee, this riddle unravel: 
How does Saint Nicholas travel ? 




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How does he travel? This is the way: 
Sun or storm or blue or gray. 
Soon as he gathers his stock of toys. 
Laughing and nodding but never a noise, 
Laughing and nodding, shaking his sides, 
This is the way Saint Nicholas rides: 
Not over mountains, not over streams. 
But gliding swift through the children's dreams. 
Soon as their eyelids in slumber close, 
Hither and thither Saint Nicholas goes. 
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A SONG OF ST. NICHOLAS 

But how do the little ones go to him? 

Sing, ho! When the winter waxeth dim, 

And, Christmas over, the children say, 

"Good Saint Nick! he has gone away," 

Oho! he strokes his jolly old nose. 

And lays him down for a quiet doze. 

"Ha, ha! the snow is a capital bed!" 

And he pulls his nightcap over his head. 

Asleep and resting, O good Saint Nick! 

Now do the children play him a trick; 

For, bright and rosy and lithe of limb. 

They travel quick in his dreams, to him. 

From every nook and possible place 

There peeps a beautiful baby-face. 

With joyous murmur and laughing hum, 

From every quarter tlie children come. 

Rosy, tender, and snowflake soft, 

They throng about him or float aloft; 

Closer they nestle, a hundred thick. 

And whisper, "We thank you, dear Saint Nick; 

We've come to tell you we love you, dear." 

And Nicholas laughs in his sleep to hear. 

Oho! sing, ho! and now you know: 

As soon as the Christmas lights are dim. 
And the saint no more his rounds doth go. 

The children flock, in his dreams, to him. 



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Tto®Loftfell@i\ 



Now, Dolly dear, I'm going away. 
I want you to be good all day. 
Don't lose your shoes, nor soil your dress, 
Nor get your hair all in a mess; 
But just sit still, and I will come 
And kiss you, soon as I get home. 
I'd take you, dear, but then, you know 
It's Wilhelmina's turn to go. 
She's ill, I'm 'fraid; her eyes don't work; 
They open worse the more I jerk. 
She used to be so straight and stout. 
But now her sawdust's giving out. 
Her arm is out of order, dear — 
My papa says she's "out of gear." 
That's dreadful, isn't it? But then. 
The air may make her well again. 
So, Dolly, you'll be glad, I know. 
To have poor Wilhelmina go. 
Good -by, my precious; I must run — 
To-morrow we'll have lots of fun. 





JOHNNY looked down in the spring, one night. 
And saw, reflected, a dippver; 
The handle crooked, the bottom out, 

Yet floating as trim as a clipper. 
It wasn't broken; 'twas good as new; 

Yes, fit for a monarch's daughter. 
"Ho! you're a funny old dipper!" said John; 
"You can't hold a drop of water." 



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T^OWN in the meadow, close by the hill, 
■^-^ Some one is having a party; 
Never was heard on a summer night still. 
Buzz of enjoyment so hearty. 

Strange! for the elves are no longer on earth. 

Strange! for the fairies are over! 
But, sure as you live, there are frolic and mirth 

For somebody, down in the clover. 



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-A. suggestion forA 

OUPPOSE we think little about number one; 
^^ Suppose we all help some one else to have fun; 
Suppose we ne'er speak of the faults of a friend; 
Suppose we are ready our own to amend; 
Suppose we laugh with, and not at, other folk, 
And never hurt any one "just for the joke;" 
Suppose we hide trouble, and show only cheer — 
'Tis likely we'll have quite a Happy New Year! 



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JEAN AND KITTY 

T TOW did they learn that their ways were small ? 

^ ■*■ Jean and Kitty — 

How did they know they were scorned by all ? 

Jean and Kitty. 
Why, they listened one day, at a neighbor's blinds, 
And heard the family speak their minds — 

What a pity! 




EMONS for Molly; 
Molly is sour. 
Roses for Polly; 
Polly's a flower. 
Ginger for Willie; 
Willie is quick. 
Powders for Tillie; 
Tillie is sick. 



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KJut of the Shell 



'ELL, I'm out, after all! 
And I'll say, on my word. 
That's a pretty mean house 
For a duck of a bird! 



Why, I couldn't stand up, 
And I couldn't sit down. 

But I lay in a cramp 

From my toes to my crown. 

My good mammy and dad 

May have thought me a spoon, 

But they'll not get me back 
In that thing very soon. 



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T KNOW where there's a beautiful shoe, 
^ Tiny and sweet, and ready for you; 
It hides away in the balsam-flower. 
But I'll find you a pair in less than an hour. 

"Thank you, my laddie; now this I'll do, 
I'll pluck a heart-flower just for you; 
*The hearts hang close on a bending spray, 
And every heart hides a lyre away. 

"How shall you find it.^ I'll tell you true: 
You gently sunder the heart in two, 
And under the color, as white as milk. 
You'll find the lyre with its strings of silk." 



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^yHREE- YEAR-OLD WILLIE, bare-footed Willie, 

^ Willie, with hair in a golden-thread tangle; 
Tottering Willie, self-helping Willie, 

Child in whom sweetness and poverty wrangle; 
Willie, whose mother toils in my kitchen; 

Willie, whose father carried a hod; 
Willie, whose childish disdain is bolder 

Than the pride of the emperor, favored of God — 

Why dost thou knock at my heart, little pauper, 

Bidding me love thee, entering there. 
Sitting beside little cherubs who blessed me, 

Thy manner half saucy, and half debonair? 
With garments all tattered and soiled, little Willie, 

And face all begrimed ? 'Tis not fitting, you know 
Velvets and laces are fine, naughty Willie, 

And poor little boys should not come to me so. 

The chubby intruder, still wickedly smiling. 

And, ah! what a shout! (is he laughing at me? 
Can the rascal know even the thoughts I am thinking ?) 

Now rushes upon me, and climbs to my knee. 
And though he is silent, I hear him quite plainly — 

To listening hearts how a baby can speak! 
He tells me (while laces and tatters are blending 

And his sunshiny tangles are brushing my cheek): 
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WILLIE 

"I'm a poor little fellow, with no one to teach me; 

But my soul is a new one — fresh from God; 
And He gave it something so brave and holy, 

It never can turn to an earthly clod. 
The birds never sing, 'Little Willie is ragged!' 

Nor the flowers, 'He will soil us! Take him away! 
But they're glad when I happen to look and to listen, 

And the blue sky is over me night and day. 

"And what if my father, with hod and trowel, 

Carried and toiled the whole day long, 
Didn't he comfort my mother and love her ? 

Didn't he cheer her with frolic and song? 
I never saw him. One bright autumn morning, 

Just three years ago, he went off to the war — 
Went off to battle for you and your country: 

And then — he never came home any more. 

"Nevermore labored with hod and with trowel, 

Never came back with his joke and his song. 
Mother would know only working and weeping 

If I were not sunny and careless and strong. 
She chides me and kisses me, scolds me and blesses. 

And prays to the saints that her boy may be good; 
If she could, she would keep me as clean as a daisy, 

Not ragged and soiled, in my fresh babyhood." — 

Say no more, Willie! Mock me and love me! 

Into my heart enter blithesomely still. 
Bright little soldier's boy, poor little worker's boy, 

Shame to the coward who uses thee ill! 
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TROTTY MALONE 



I lOYS and girls, come riddle and ravel, — 
^^ Tell us how you would like to travel. 



Crispy, crackly, snow and tingle, 
"Give nae sleighs!" said Jenny Jingle. 

Stony, bumpty, bang and bolter, 
"Give me carts!" said Johnny Jolter. 

Slidy, glidy, jerky whiff-ter, 

"Give me cars!" cried Sally Swifter. 

Flipetty, cricketty, elegant go, 

"Give me a buggy!" said Benjamin Beau. 

"A fig for them all!" cried Trotty Malone, 
"Give me a stout pair of legs of my own!" 



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THE TERRIBLE BALL 

GIVE me your ear, good children all, 
I'm going to set up a terrible ball — 
A terrible ball that began to grow 
From only the least little speck of snow. 
And, to make the lesson pointed and plain, 
I'll just remark that life, in the main. 
Is, etcet'ra — you know; and I hope you'll be good 
In future to show that you've understood. 

Three lovely, little artless boys. 

All of them being mothers' joys. 

One day decided, in innocent mirth. 

To make a snow-ball as big as the earth. 

What makes the story more touching still. 

The big-eyed school-house on the hill 

Was in session, under the cross Miss Stookey, 

And these little boys were "playing hookey." 

Hookey from Stookey, they worked with a will. 

The ball grew bigger — and bigger still; 

Then, like a pumpkin fair and round. 
They kept it rolling on the ground — 
Bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger. 
Bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger! 
The boys could hardly push it along, 
It steadily grew so stout and strong. 
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THE TERRIBLE BALL 

Now, this mammoth ball that began as a pill. 
Was made, you must know, on top of a hill; 
This hill was so terribly steep and high. 
That even the coasters would pass it by; 
And, saving a road by the cattle made. 
It sloped right down, at a fearful grade, 
To the meadow, where stood a cottage red 
Where these little children were born and bred. 

"Halloo!" they cried, "let's have some fun, 
There's Stookey's pig as sure as a gun!" 
"Hooray! hooray!" cried the children three, 
Thus giving vent to their youthful glee. 
When — what do you think ? — this ungrateful pill. 
That they'd made so big on top of the hill. 
With an air that said, "Now, I think I've got 'em! 
Resolved to roll all the way to the bottom. 

The ball was swift, the ball was big, 

Alas for Stookey's innocent pig! 

Alas for lovers who walked that way. 

They ne'er in their lives forgot the day! 

Alas for the learned Professor Gath 

Who happened to stroll in the snow-ball's path! 

And alas, alas, for those children three, 

Who shouted and cheered in their pretty glee! 

Rolling, growing, demolishing all. 
On and on went the terrible ball; 
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THE TERRIBLE BALL 

It left the cattle down on their knees. 
It crushed the fences and bent the trees; 
Even the hay-stacks went ker-flop. 
It wonldn't turn, and it wouldn't stop. 
But still rolled on in steady motion, 
Making a bee-line for the ocean! 

With laugh and shout and merry hoot. 
Those children followed in glad pursuit. 
"Hooray! hooray!" they cried again. 
And then gave chase with might and main; 
They gave it chase with main and might. 
But the terrible ball rolled out of sight. 

And now comes the sa,ddest part of all. 
(Oh! that cruel, wicked, terrible ball!) 
When at last the three little artless boys. 
Tired of running and making a noise, 
All resolved to go home to bed. 
Where, oh! where was that cottage red? 
Where, oh! where? Ask the terrible ball — • 
Never a home had those children small. 
Gone, clean gone! with picket and paling — 
And all their joy was turned to wailing! 



Hence it is, and so we see 
Thus and so, it seems to me. 
As I'm sure you'll all agree, 
And ever after, better be. 
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NIGHT AND DAY 

HEN I run about all day, 

When I kneel at night to pray, 
God sees. 



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When I'm dreaming in the dark, 
WTien I lie awake and hark, 
God sees. 

Need I ever know a fear ? 
Night and day my Father's near:- 
God sees. 



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I WOULDN'T be a growler, I wouldn't be a bear; 
I wouldn't be an owlet, always on a stare; 
I wouldn't be a monkey, doing foolish tricks; 
I wouldn't be a donkey, full of sullen kicks. 
I wouldn't be a goose, 

Nor a peacock full of pride 
But I would be a big boy, 
Witli a pocket on each side 




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IN Monday I wash my dollies' clothes. 
On Tuesday smoothly press 'em; 





On Wednesday mend their little hose. 
On Thursday neatly dress 'em. 



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On Friday I play they're taken ill. 
On Saturday something or other; 





But when Sunday comes, I say, "Lie still; 
I'm going to church with mother." 




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"T^ABY'S dreams are very bright, 

^■^ Though they come at dead of night, 

When the house is still; 
For a moonbeam comes to take her 
WTiere the sweetest sounds shall wake her, 

Where she'll play at will. 



In the dreamland, far away, 
There do sleeping babies play. 

There they laugh and walk. 
All the day their speech is gone 
Not a foot to stand upon — 

There they leap and talk. 
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BABY IN DREAMLAND 

There the pretty candle-blaze, 
When they clutch it, brightly stays; 

There the stars so grand 
Come to meet the outstretched arm, 
Leap all sparkling to the palm 

Of the little hand. 

But in all that wondrous place, 
Still is smiling, mother's face; 

Mother's touch is there; 
And like music sweet and low. 
Though the baby does not know. 

Breathes the mother's prayer. 

So the baby laughs and plays 
Through the happy dreamland ways 

(Close to heaven, maybe). 
Till the merry sunbeams take her 
To her bed, and gently wake her. 

— Now, come see our Baby! 




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'wo little girls are better 
than one; 
Two little boys can double the fun; 
Two little birds can build a fine 

nest; 
Two little arms can love mother 

best. 
Two little ponies must go to a 

span; 
Two little pockets has my little 

man, — 
Two little eyes to open and close, 
Two little ears and one little nose. 
Two little elbows, dimpled and 

sweet, 
Two little shoes on two little feet. 
Two little lips and one little chin, 
Two little cheeks with a rose 
shut in, 

Two little shoulders, chubby and strong, 
Two little legs running all day long. 
Two little prayers does my darling say. 
Twice does he kneel by my side each day, — 
Two little folded hands, soft and brown. 
Two little eyelids cast meekly down, — 
And two little angels guard him in bed, 
"One at the foot, and one at the head." 
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THE WELL-MEANING FROG 



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^WAS a lonely bog, 
With a boy and frog 

On the marsh's brink. 
"I'll kill him!" cried the boy. In fact. 
He leaned to do the dreadful act, — 

When lo! a splash! 

And in a flash 

Did froggie think: 

"What a mishap! 

That little chap 

Has tumbled in — 

Up to his chin! 

It's very true, 

He meant to do 

Some harm to me, 

But then, you see. 
To mock him now would not be kind. 

Lest he should drown. 

I'll just go down 

And tickle his ears 

To calm his fears 
And let him know that I didn't mind." 

Soon, a dripping, sobbing, muddy boy 
Ran home across that lonesome bog; 

While, placidly smiling on the shore. 

Squatted that thoroughly well-meaning frog. 



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^^H, I'm a little Tuchman, 
^-^ My name is Van der Dose, 
An' vat I cannot get to eat, 
I smells it mit my nose. 

An' ven dey vill not let me blay, 

I takes it out in vork; 
And ven dey makes me vork too hard, 

I soon de jop will shirk. 

An' ven dey sends me off to ped, 

I lays avake all night; 
An' ven dey comes to vake me up, 

I shuts my eyes up tight. 

For I'm a little Tuchman, 
My name is Van der Dose, 

An' vat I do not know meinself, 
I never vants to knows. 
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HOW MANY THINGS IN MY POCKET? 

^T^AP at your brain and unlock it, 
^ Then count all the things in my pocket: 
A nail and a screw, 
A screw-driver, too; 
A cent and a dollar, 
A tumbled-up collar; 
A neck-tie and glove, 
A note from my love; 
Two peppermint-drops, 
A couple of tops; 
A buckle, a ball, 
The head of a doll; 
A top-snare, of course, 
A six-penny horse; 
Four pins, always handy. 
And three sticks of candy; 
Ten nuts and a pen, 
A squirt — and what then ? 
Why, my knife, to be sure, 
And an old wooden skewer; 
That's all — oh! a string; 
A galvanized ring; 
A pistol (but no one could cock it). 
And that's all I have in my pocket. 



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EsittlePotSoonffot 



I pUME and fury! I have cause 

^ To tear about and break the laws. 

But, on the whole, I'd better not; 
"Little pots are soon hot." 

Little souls slights discover; 
Big souls pass 'em over. 

Big souls bear their trouble; 
Little souls sizz and bubble. 

Little souls oft ferment; 
Big souls are content. 

Big souls tumble slowly; 
Little souls — roly poly! 

Big souls, like as not. 
When it's fitting, do get hot. 

But "little pots" all grandeur spoil. 
I'll think a bit before I boil! 



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'TTxWE you heard the news, good neighbor 
^ ^ "No. What is the news, I pray?" 
" Why, the cat went down to a concert 
And frightened the music away." 





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GOOD-BY, little birdie! 
Fly to the sky, 
Singing and singing 
A merry good-by. 

Tell all the other birds. 

Flying above, 
Nell, in the garden. 

Sends them her love. 

Tell how I found you. 

Hurt, in a tree; 
Then, Ti^hen they're wounded 

They'll come right to me. 

I'd like to go with you 

If I could fly; 
It must be so beautiful 

Up in the sky! 
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NELL AND HER BIRD 

Why, little birdie! 

Why don't you go ? 
You sit on my finger. 

And shake your head, "No." 



He's off! Oh! how quickly 
And gladly he rose! 

I know he will love me 
Wherever he goes. 

I know — for he really 
Seemed trying to say, 

"My dear little Nelly, 
I can't go away." 



But just then some birdies 

Came flying along 
And sang, as they neared us, 

A chirruping song. 

And he felt just as I do 
WTien girls stand and shout 

Right under my window 
"Come, Nelly! Come out!" 

It's wrong to be sorry; 

I ought to be glad; 
But he's the best birdie 

That ever I had. 




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jl OME one we cannot hear. 
Some one we cannot see, 
Shakes the baby, 
Wakes the baby, 

1 Makes him laugh with glee. 



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MY LADDIE 

Oil! have you seen my laddie? 
His heart is true and kind; 
His cheeks are fresh and rosy. 
His hair floats on the wind. 

He's a brave and lightsome laddie, 

On honest toil intent. 
Oh! we had some words this morning, 

And I don't know where he went. 

You'll know if he's my laddie 

By the twinkle in his e'e 
When you whisper to him softly 

That he may come to me. 



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THE STUBBORN BOOT 

""DOTHER!" was all John Clatterby said. 

^-^ His breath came quick, and his cheek was red. 
He flourished his elbows, and looked absurd, 
While, over and over, his " Bother ! " I heard. 



Harder and harder the fellow worked. 
Vainly and savagely still he jerked ; 
The boot, half on, ^could dangle and flap — 
" Oh, bother ! " and then he broke the strap. 



Redder than ever his hot cheek flamed ; 
Harder than ever he fumed and blamed; 
He wriggled his heel, and tugged at the leather 
Till knees and chin came bumping together. 



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THE STUBBORN BOOT 

"My boy!" said I, in a voice like a flute, 
"Wliy not — ahem! — try the mate of that boot; 
Or the other foot?" — "I'm a goose," laughed John, 
As he stood, in a flash, with his two boots on. 



In half the affairs 

Of this busy life 
(As that same day 

I said to my wife). 
Our troubles come 

From trying to put 
The left-hand shoe 

On the right-hand foot. 
Or vice versa 

(Meaning, reverse, sir). 
To try to force. 

As quite of course, 
Any right foot 

In the wrong shoe, 
Is the silliest thing 

A man can do. 




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SONG OF SUMMER 

UP in the tree top, down in the ground. 
High in the blue sky, far, all around, — 
Near by and far away creatures are living. 
God in his bounty ever is giving. 

Up in the tree top, down in the ground. 
High in the blue sky, far, all around, — 
Near by and everywhere creatures are striving. 
Labor is surely the price of their thriving. 

Up in the tree top. down in the ground. 
High in the blue sky, far, all around, — 
Near by and everywhere, singing and humming. 
Busily, joyfully, Summer is coming! 



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ueen o^Jt\ldiy^ 



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'he Queen o' May 

Held court one day, — 
The fields had naught to give her; 
All in their best 
Her maids were drest, 
And they began to shiver. 



The Queen — sweet lass! 

Said: "Search the grass. 
And look for daisies growing; 

You'll find the air 

Quite soft and fair, 
Unless it fall a-snowing;." 






"Quite soft!" they said. 

Each loyal maid. 
"So fair!" the boys went chaffing; 

But soon the May 

Came down that way, 
And set them all a-laughing. 




91 




miHEWOOD 



"YVTHAT says the book, my lassie? 
" ^Vhat says the book to thee?" 
"It says the wood is beautiful, 

The blossoms fair to see; 
It says the brook tells merrily 

A little tale of glee, 
And birds, brimful of melody. 
Do sing their songs for me." 
92 



IN THE WOOD 

"Then close the page, my lassie, 

And lift thy pretty head. 
And what the book would say to thee 

The wood shall say instead. 
The brook shall tell its merry tale, 

The flowers their brightness shed, 
And the birds shall sing — for life is life. 

And printed words are dead. 

"Hear what the bird sings, lassie: 

'O little lady fair! 
The breath of flowers is over thee, 

The sunlight in thy hair; 
The heart of a little maiden 

Is free as birds in the air — 
And God is good to thee and me, 

O little lady fair!' " 




93 



In. the DasKet 




^!:;v^K}d]®ff Ota® (£l®@ 



•* I '^ELL me, O wandering Joe! 
^ How many miles did you go ? 



"Why, one to my mother's, 
And three to my brother's, 
And just half a dozen 
To hunt up a cousin; 
And half a mile yonder 
Where porcupines wander; 
And three half-miles back 
To cover the track. 
Then a half and a half 
To water the calf, 
And a half and a quarter 
Before I found water; 
Add a quarter to that, 
W^hen I chased a black cat; 
Then two to town. 
To see Ned Brown; 
And one for luck. 
And one for pluck; 
And one for trouble. 
And two for double; 
And then 'twas best 
To sit and rest. 

"And now, my friend," says Joe, 
"How many miles did I go?" 
95 



\^hildrens Hy w^n 



Air, "Little Drops of Water." 

I i^ROM the sunny morning 
^ To the starry night, 
Every look and motion 
Meets our Father's sight. 

From our earliest breathing 

To our latest year. 
Every sound we utter 

Meets our Father's ear. 

Through our earthly journey, 

Wheresoe'er we go, 
Every thought and feeling 

Doth our Father know. 

Let us then be careful 
That our looks shall be 

Brave and kind and cheerful. 
For our Lord to see. 

* 

Let us guard each accent 

With a holy fear, 
Fit our every saying 

For our Lord to hear. 
96 



CHILDREN'S HYMN 

Let no thought within us. 
Hidden or confessed. 

Ever bring a sorrow 

To our dear Lord's breast. 

Help us, O our Father! 

Hear our earnest plea — 
Teach Thy little children 

How to live for Thee! 




97 



THE SUN AND THE STARS 

/^NE day, when the sun was going down, 
^^ He said to a star hard by: 
"Sparkle your best; for you see, my friend, 
I'm going out of the sky." 

Now, the little star was old as the sun, 
Though rather small of his age. 

So he kept quite still in the yellow light. 
And looked as wise as a sage. 

"I'm going, you see!" cried the sun again, 

"Going right out of the sky!" 
And he slid away, but not out of sight 

Of that little star hard by. 

The little star, peering, saw him go 

On his gorgeous western way; 
And twinkled with fun, as he said, "O Sun! 

You're in for another day! 

"And as for going out of the sky, 

Your majesty knows you can't; 
You are shining sobiewhere, full and strong, 

In spite of your rays aslant." 
98 



THE SUN AND THE STARS 

No answer. Then the star grew bright, 

And sparkled as neighbors came; 
He told the joke to the twinkling crowd, 

And they laughed the sun to shame. 

One gay little star was so amused, 

That he shot across the sky; 
And all the others bobbed and blinked 

To see him go speeding by. 

But after awhile, a rosy light 

Appeared on the eastern side; 
And, one by one, the stars grew shy, 
And tried in the sky to hide. 

"Ho! ho!" the sun broke forth. "Ho! ho! 

Just stay where you are, my dears. 
And shine away, for you can't be seen 

When all of my light appears. 

"The people below will say you are gone. 
Though you're shining. Think of that! 

Well, they thought all night I had left the sky,- 
So it's only tit for tat." 



L.ofC. 
99 



TAKING TIME TO GROW 

'11 TfAMMA! mamma!" two eaglets cried, 
XVX "To let us fly you've never tried. 
We vpant to go outside and play; 
We'll promise not to run away." 
The mother wisely shook her head: 
"No, no, my dears. Not yet," she said. 

"But, mother dear," they called again, 

"We want to see those things called men, 

And all the world so grand and gay. 

Papa described the other day. 

And — don't you know .'' — he told you then 

About a little tiny wren. 

That flew about so brave and bold, 

When it was barely four weeks old.''" 

But still the mother shook her head; 
"No, no, my dears, not yet," she said. 
"Before you see the world below, 
Far bigger you will have to grow. 
There's time enough to look for men; 
And as for wrens — a wren's a wren. 
What if your freedom does come late? 
An eaglet can afford to wait." 



100 



IheRats 



TVTHEN I'm sitting 
*• At my knitting 
After tea — - 
Deary me! 
Such commotion, — 
Land o' Goshen ! 
And it's all 
In the wall ! 



Rumble, tumble, 
Flurry, scurry. 
Now a rushing. 
And a crushing; 
Now a rattle. 
And a battle; 
Now a squeak 
And a fall, 
But the clatter, 
For that matter. 
And the rumble 
And tumble 
And scratching 
And catching 
Keep on 
Through it all. 



Rats in dozens, 
With their cousins, 
Or in droves, 
With their loves: 
Now it's raps, 
Now it's taps, 
Or it's crunching, 
Or munching; 
Or a creak. 
Or a shriek. 
If I knew 
What to do. 
Or you'd show 
Where to go, 
I'd be off 
Like a streak. 
Rats are rats. 
Spite of cats 
And the rest. 
But — my star!— 
Beginning or end 
Or middle, depend 
The things are a pest; 
And they're all 
In the wall; 
So they are ! 
101 



DOGGIE'S TRICKS 

HAT'S this coming? Baby, hark! 
It's the doggie — hear him bark: 
"Bow, wow, wow, wow" — 
Don't you frighten Baby now! 



w 



Pussy hears him. See her hide. 
Now her eyes are open wide: 

"Meouw, Meouw — sptisss, spti.sssl" 

Oh, how angry pussy is! 

Go 'way, doggie — run off, quick; 

Moonie cow has found your stick — 
"Moo, moo, moo, moo;" 
Moonie cow is calling you. 

Now he's off. He's in the yard. 
All the sheep are running hard. 
"Ba-a, ba-a, ba-a, ba-a!" 
(What a naughty dog you are!) 

Up, old rooster! doggie's coming; 

He will catch you — see him running! 
"Ech-ka cock-a-doodle-doo" — 
Go 'way, dog! Who cares for you ? 

Now he's at the ducks — O look! 
See them waddle to the brook. 
102 



DOGGIE'S TRICKS 

"Quack! quack! quack! quack!" 
Doggie cannot drive them back. 

Turkey gobbler, chase him now; 

Chase him, turkeys! "Bow, wow, wow!" 
"Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!" 
"Bow, wow, wow" — "gobble, gobble!" 

Sting him, bees! The naughty doggie! 

Jump upon him, great big froggie! 
'Buzz, buzz," "gluck, gluck:" 
Now, old doggie, where's your pluck ? 

There, they've bothered you enough — 
And you're sorry, poor old Buff? 
"Bow, wow, wow, wow," 
Come and play with Baby now. 




103 



THE THIRD OF JULY 

HA, ha! little Toddlekins — cash, did you say? 
You shall have it, my boys. 
For racket and noise, 
Crackers and powder, 
Louder and louder. 
Shall bang and resound on the glorious day! 

Here's a dollar for Johnny, a dollar for Paul. 

And you, little Dick, 

Come to father, my chick! 

Now that's for a pack, 

And that's for a pack, 
And that's for torpedoes and snappers and all! 

Now Robbie and Willie, — you boys with "real" pockets; 

Ha, ha! I declare. 

Shall I put it in there ? 

Hear it dropping, co-chunk! 

What! you want more for punk? 
Here it is. And I'll see to the pin-wheels and rockets. 

Of course, you all know of the great Declaration 

That made us as free 

As a country could be. 

On that glorious Fourth, 

East, West, South, and North 
Were proclaimed a United American Nation! 
104 



THE THIRD OF JULY 

How our forefathers bled, — they, the mighty and wroth! 

To make us all free, — 

Yes, you, boys, and me. 

Though you can't understand 

How they wrestled and planned. 
You can honor them, boys, and remember the Fourth. 

Be off with your money! To-morrow's the word! 

Hold, Johnny, here's more 

To divide 'twixt you four. 

And Dick, here's a dime, — 

Hurrah! What a time! 
We'll have such a racket as never was heard! 




105 




106 



-^^-^ 





Comina 



wo fair ships are sailing, 



Sailing over the sea, — 
Willie's ship and my ship — 

Full as full can be; 
Side by side, my Willie says. 

Like as pin to pin. 
Oh, the happy, happy days 

When our ships come in! 

While our ships are sailing. 

Sailing over the sea, — 
Willie's ship and my ship — 

Full as full can be. 
Sailing on the sunny tide, 

Grieving would be sin: 
Soon or late, and side by side, 

Shall our ships come in. 
107 



~^ 






■^ 



1^ ©(ilOJrD^ 





H, a perfect nose, 
And dainty toes, 
And woolen hose, 
Had Miss Rose! 
A dog was she of high degree. 
Born of an ancient family. 
From her mother's side 
Came her Spanish pride; 
She had royal ways. 

And her pedigree reckoned 
From the glorious days 
Of Charles the Second! 

Well, she needed an escort 
To a party of some sort, 

One evening in May. 
And to see her bother 
'Twixt one dog and t'other, 
Was as good as a play. 
108 



THE DAINTY MISS ROSE 

Many pups came to say 

They would be at her service. 
But she sent them away 

With a manner quite nervous. 
In fact, I must own, 
Of dogs fully grown, 
She snubbed them by name 
As fast as they came: 
Sir Rover was coarse, 

And Ponto was cruel; 
Old Bounce was a horse, 

Young Pip lived on gruel; 
Spitz was a sneak, 

Fido was surly; 
Pomp was too sleek, 

Carlo too curly; 



Then came a brave wight 

For a desperate pull; 
He had been in a fight. 

Old Major de Bull. 
He was cross as a bear. 
And scanty of hair. 
Also young Isle of Skye, 

Rather down at the heel; 
And the well-mannered Guy, 

Who was sour, but genteel. 



109 




THE DAINTY MISS ROSE 



But dainty Miss Rose 
Still tossed up her nose — 
She couldn't, she couldn't, 
She wouldn't, she shouldn't 
With one of them go, 
She'd thank 'em to know. 



By this time it was growing late. 
And dainty Rose bemoaned her fate; 
When, in the sky, there sprang in sight 
A throbbing, sparkling thing of light. 
"What's that," she cried, "I see afar?" 
And Guy replied, "The great Dog Star- 

"Too Sirius, dear, for such as you, 
And very much above you, too." 
"Not so, indeed!" cried dainty Rose, 
No longer turning up her nose. 
"Now, I am matched at last, you see, 
The Dog Star shall my escort be!" 

Then off she started, quite content, 
And gallantly the Dog St.ir went. 
For all the way he kept in sight. 
And held her in his tender light. 
Guiding her steps with steady rays, 
And blinking when he met her gaze. 



110 



F cows wore satin slippers, 

And kits were dressed in silk, 
We'd send the mice to dancing-school. 
And beg our buttermilk. 




UMBLE, bramble, which came first, sir,- 
Eggs or chickens ? Who can tell ? 
I'll never believe that the first egg burst, sir, 
Before its mother was out of her shell. 




EES in the manger — 

Poor Dobbin's nose! 
Boys in the garden; — 

Hide, pretty rose! 
Cats in the dairy — 

Woe to the cream! 
Spiders on the ceiling — 

Hear Mollie scream! 



Ill 



TWTHIMPY, little Whimpy 

'' Cried so hara one day, 
His Grandma couldn't stand it, 

And his mother ran away; 
His sister climbed the hay-mow. 

His father went to town, 
And cook flew to the neighbor's, 

In her shabby, kitchen gown. 

Whimpy, little Whimpy 

Stood out in the sun 
And cried until the chickens 

And ducks began to run; 
Old Towser in his kennel 

Growled in an angry tone; 
Then burst his chain, and Whimpy 

Was left there, all alone. 

Whimpy, little Whimpy 

Cried, and cried, and cried; 
Soon the sunlight vanished. 

Flowers began to hide. 
Birdies ceased their singing. 

Frogs began to croak. 
Darkness came; and Whimpy 

Found crying was no joke. 
112 



LITTLE WHIMPY 

Whlmpy, little Whimpy, 

Will ne'er forget the day 
When his Grandma couldn't stand it. 

And his mother ran away; 
He was waiting by the window 

When they all came home to tea — 
And a gladder boy than Whimpy 

You need never hope to see. 




113 




LITTLE BEGINNINGS 



LITTLE girl on a little bench 
By a little window stood, 
And a little trouble was in her heart- 
"Ah! if I were but good!" 

"Not very, very good," she thought, 
"Like dear Aunt Jane who died; 

But only patient, true and kind. 
And free from wicked pride." 

Then upward rose a little prayer — 

So earnestly it went. 
That the little heart of the little maid 

Was filled with a sweet content. 

And standing there on the little bench. 

She looked up into the sky: 
"I'll try to be good right off," she said, 

"And better yet, by and by." 



114 




RUT-A-TUT-TUTS! 
Who can crack nuts? 
Squirrels, can you ? 
"That we can, true — 
Rut-a-tut-tuts, 
We can crack nuts!" 

Chicketty-chack, t 

Cracketty-crack. 

"Pooh!" said the hammer, 

"Silence your clamor, 

Rut-a-tut-tuts — 

Who can't crack nuts?" 






115 




THE SAND nAN 



/'^IIO! but he travels the country over, 
^^ The queer Httle, kind httle, elfish rover! 
Lightly he bears in his tricksome hand 
A silvery horn full of sleepy sand, 
Shaking it here, and shaking it there, 
Till the blossoms nod in the drowsy air; 
Till the sunlight creeps down hill to bed. 
Or slips through the sky where clouds are red; 
Till the lambkins bleat a soft "good-night!" 
And birds grow still in the tree-tops bright. 
While sweet little eyelids, all over the land. 
Droop with the weight of the silvery sand. 
116 



THE SAND MAN 

Oho! Oho! where the Sand Man goes 
Every one wonders and nobody knows; 
For just when the right time comes to peep, 
Little and big are falHng asleep. 
He steals to the cradles, the cribs, the beds. 
And sprinkles his sand over children's heads. 
Till bright little faces lie warm and still, 
Smiling or grave, at the Sand Man's will. 
He catches them often at full mid-day, 
And bids them stop in their merry play — 
With a "Ho! my darling," "Hi! my dear," 
"I'll sing a dream-song into your ear." 

Some on the carpet, some on the chairs. 
Some curled up on the nursery stairs; 
Some in the grass where the shadows play. 
Some hidden deep in the fragrant hay. 
And some w^ho, folded in mother's embrace. 
Float in a lullaby, pressing her face. 
Oho! but he travels the country over, 
The queer little, kind little, elfish rover! 
And whence he comes, and whither he goes. 
Every one wonders, and nobody knows; 
For just when the right time comes to peep. 
All the children are falling asleep. 




117 





HERE was a brave knight of Lor- 
raine, 
Who hated to give people pain. 
"I'll skeer them," he said, 
"But won't kill 'em dead" — 
This noble young knight of Lorraine. 



118 




T*S coming, boys, 
It's almost here; 
It's coming, girls. 
The grand New Year! 
A year to be glad in, 
Not to be bad in; 
A year to live in, 
To gain and give in; 
A year for trying. 
And not for sighing; 
A year for striving 
And hearty thriving; 
A bright new year. 
Oh! hold it dear; 
For God who sendeth 
He only lendeth. 



119 



_ THE NAUGHTY BOY 

"^^CH, save us!" cried Betty, "I'm 'most driven wild; 
^*^ Would you shtep here a moment, ma'am, please ? 
For the sowl of me, ma'am, I can't ready the child 
While he keeps up such doin's as these. 

"I might better be curlin' a porkerpine quill, 

Or washin' the face of a eel. 
Than be dressin' of him — for he never bees still 

'Less I howld him by neck an' by heel. 

"It's three blissed times since I put on his clothes 
That he's wriggled stret off o' the chair; 

Not a moment ago he attack-ted me nose, 
And it's twice he's been into me hair. 

"If ye'll credit me, ma'am, wid his cryin' an' kickin', 
He's brought tears to me eyelids, like rain — 

If he wasn't so bad, ma'am, I wouldn't be speakin'. 
For I niver was one to complain." 

Thus summoned, I went to the nursery-door, 

There sat master Johnny, a-pout. 
And I said, as I lifted him up from the floor, 

"Why, Johnny, what's all this about?" 

A scream was his answer. His flushed little face 
Looked angrily up into mine; 
120 



THE NAUGHTY BOY 

"Oo hurt!" "Do I, Johnny? Where? — show me the 
place!" 
But his cry only changed to a whine. 

In a moment, I found out the cause of the trouble — 
'Twas a pin, pricking deep in his side; 

And she, in her roughness, had bent the thing double — 
No wonder my darling had cried! 

Poor Johnny! He sobbed on my shoulder awhile, 

Then held up his face to be kissed; 
(If Betty went back to the Emerald Isle, 

I know where she wouldn't be missed.) 

Soon, meek as a lamb when the tempest is whirling. 

And the shepherd is deaf to his bleat, 
Our Johnny submitted to washing and curling. 

Till Betty proclaimed him "complete." 

In "righting" each other, 

(As Betty would say). 
If we find there's a bother 

That stands in the way — 

Perhaps 'twould be well. 

Before crying, "Sin," 
And running to tell. 

To look for the pin! 



121 



TTOLLOA! 

■*■ ■'■ What's the matter? 

Why this bustle, 

Noise and clatter? 
Mercy on us! 

Don't you know 
Little Pipkin's 

Stubbed his toe! 

What's that? 

Some one knocks. 
How the wind 

Shakes the locks! 
Run, quick! 

How absurd — 
Only a beggar. 

Upon my word! 



122 



^%.... 




A LITTLE mote lived in a sunbeam, 
And danced in its light all day; 
But she jumped with surprise one morning, 
At hearing the housemaid say: — 

"Oh, the dust! How it keeps one a-working! 

It settles all over the room — 
And the air is so full, it is folly 

To labor with duster and broom!" 

"Poor thing!" sighed the mote, "Well, I'm sorry. 

I think I'll go hide in her hair— 
I'm such a wee speck of a dustlet 

She never will know I am there." 



123 



"TFie 2^lpHabe t 

T ITTLE boys with pockets, 
^■^ Little boys with none, 
Little bright-eyed lassies 

Gather, every one ! 
Crowd around me closely. 

Would you master books? 
You must first discover 

How each letter looks. 



A 




E 



has a bar 

Where a fairy might ride; 



is a post 

With two loops at the side. 



might be round 

If a piece you would lend; 

is a buck-saw 
Standing on end. 



has a peg 

In the middle, they say; 
124 



THE ALPHABET 



G 

I 



is an E 

With the bottom away. 



is like C, 

With a block on one end; 



has a seat 

That would hold you, depend. 



is so straight 

It would do for a prop; 



is a crook 

With a bar at the top. 



is a stick 

With a crotch fastened to it; 



is a roost, 

If the chickens but knew it. 
125 



THE ALPHABET 



M 

O 
R 

Q 
R 




has four parts. 

As you quickly may see; 



the poor fellow! 

Is made out of three. 



is so round 

It would do for a hoop; 



is a stick 

With a top like a loop. 



to be curly 

Is constantly trying; 



is like B, 

With the bottom loop flying. 



is a snake. 

All crooked and dread; 
126 








Z 



THE ALPHABET 



is a pole 

With a bar for a head. 



it is plain, 

Would make a good swing; 



is as sharp 

As a bumble-bee's sting. 



ought 

To be called double-V; 



IS a cross, 

As you plainly can see; 



is just formed 

Like a V on a stand; 



is the crookedest 
Thing in the land! 
127 




"T Tow sweet," said the swan, 
* "^ "To glide and plash! 
And not, like a frog, 
To dive and dash." 



"How fine," said the frog, 
"To dive and dash! 

And not, like a swan. 
To glide and plash." 

"But better than either 
To float with grace," 

A pond lily whispered, 
"Yet keep your place." 



128 




FARMER in Bunglcton had a colt, 
That couldn't be taught to moo; 
And he kept his cow under lock and bolt 
Till the smith could make her a shoe. 
His ducks wouldn't gobble, his geese wouldn't quack, 

His cat couldn't bark at all. 
"I'm clean discouraged!" he cried; "alack! 
I'll give up my farm in the fall." 



THERE was a shrewd lad of Cooloo 
Who thought baby's tooth wasn't through. 
Says he, "Though I doubt, 
I'se a-gwine to find out." 
And he did — that shrewd lad of Cooloo. 



129 



AsasA'^ 



^^NE rainy morning, 
^^ Just for a lark, 
I jumped and stamped 

On my new Noah's Ark: 
I crushed an elephant. 

Smashed a gnu. 
And snapped a camel 

Clean in two; 
I finished the wolf 

Without half tryin'. 
And wild hyena. 

And roaring lion; 
I knocked down Ham, 

And Japhet, too. 
And cracked the legs 

Of the kangaroo; 
I finished, besides. 

Two pigs and a donkey, 
A polar bear, 

A 'possum, and monkey; 
Also the lions, 

Tigers, and cats, 
And dromedaries. 

And tiny rats. 
130 



AMONG THE ANIMALS 

There wasn't a thing 

That didn't feel, 
Sooner or later, 

The weight o' my heel; 
I felt as grand 

As grand could be — 
But oh, the whipping 

My mammy gave me! 




131 




POOR little Toddlekins, 
All full o' skeeter-bites - 
"Bodder him awful," 

Baby can't sleep o' nights. 

Buzzing all over him, 

Singing and tickling, 

In and out, round about, 

Nipping and prickling. 

Poor little Toddlekins, 

All full o' skeeter-bites — 

"Bodder him awful," 

Can't even sleep o' nights! 



132 



X^to®6 stoaoo 



I'VE got a penny. 
What shall I buy? 
I'll buy a — whistle. 
That's what I'll buy. 

" I've got two pence. 
What shall I buy? 

I'll buy a — pop-gun, 
That's what I'll buy. 

"I've got three pence. 
What shall I buy? 

I'll buy a — horsey. 

That's what I'll buy." 



:Cg7 





Notice - 

The charm of this thrilling ditty lies in allowing the little one 
to suggest the last word of the third lines, and it can be kept up 
inde6nitely. 

133 



WAITING FOR FATHER 

TN the gray of the twilight and glow of the fire, 

^ A little girl sat on the rug. 

She was warming a slipper; and Pussy sat nigh her. 

And also her friend, Mr. Pug. 
And the song in the heart of the glad little girl, 
As the light of the fire played over each curl, 

Was, "Father is coming — hurrah! hurrah! 

Father is coming — hurrah!" 

She had spread out his soft woolen gown on the chair. 

With its facings of beautiful blue; 
Had picked up her playthings that lay here and there, 

And arranged things as well as she knew. 
"For the room must be tidy and pretty and bright," 
She said to herself, "when he comes, every night. 

And soon he is coming — hurrah! hurrah! 

Father is coming — hurrah!" 

How rosy her cheeks, and how sparkling her eyes! 

How dimpled her soft little hand! 
While Pussy and Pug look as solemn and wise 

As if the whole scene they had planned. 
But you never would think, so demure are the three. 
That the little maid's heart could be singing with glee: 

"Father is coming — hurrah! hurrah! 

Father is coming — hurrah!" 
134 



WAITING FOR FATHER 

The sunlight has vanished, and bleak is the street. 

And beggars are dreading the night. 
The pavement is noisy with home-speeding feet, 

And only the windows are bright; 
When quickly the little maid springs from the rug, 
Leaving Pussy half sleeping, but followed by Pug; 

"Father is coming — hurrah! hurrah! 

Father is coming — hurrah!" 




135 



[D)®[o)lo)[i(j^HrbKid! 




OBBIN has a little friend, 
Spotted white and sable; 
Every day she goes to him, 
In his lonely stable. 

Not a mite of dread has she. 

Not a thought of danger; 
Lightly runs between his hoofs. 

Jumps upon his manger; 

Lays her soft, warm cheek to his. 
Purrs her meek "Good morning!" 

Gives the flies that hover near, 
Such a look of warning! 

"Dobbin, dear," she sometimes says, 

"Feel my winter mittens; 
Nice and warm, you see, and made 

Purposely for kittens. 

"Dobbin, dear, such times at home! 

Mother has caught a rat! 
Brought it home to show to us — 

What do you think of that.?" 

"Dobbin!" she whispers, purring still, 

"You often get so weary. 
Why don't you balk or run away, 

And get your freedom, dearie?" 
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DOBBIN'S FRIEND 

Then Dobbin gives liis head a toss, 
And says, "For shame, jNIiss Kitty, 

If I could do so mean a tiling, 
'Twould be a monstrous pity; 

"No, no; my master's good and kind; 

I'll never vex him, never!" 
And pussy, pleased, still rubs his cheek, 

And likes him more than ever. 




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PINNING your top. 

Don't let it flop, boys; 
Flying your kite, 
Pull with your might, boys. 
Rolling your hoop, 

Never you stoop, boys; 
Either stand still. 
Or play with a will. 



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ONE step — two step, 
Three step — four. 
. ^Yho says my baby 

Can't travel the floor? 
Five step — six step — 
Seven step — eight! 
Now shall my baby 
Rest him in state! 



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the morning early — 

Hi for my baby sweet! 
lere'c a gown for his body, 

Here are shoes for his feet. 

id here is his snowy tucker 

Tied with ribbons fair, 
And here is his little mammy 

To curl his bonny hair. 
Here is his little bath-tub, 

And here is his little sponge, 
Before the gown and the curling 

My baby shall have a plunge. 



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NEVER in a fool's mouth 
Thrust your careless finger', 
If you do, there's danger 
It may chance to linger. 

Never to the foolish 

Tell your dearest thought; 

Or you'll find your confidence, 
Like your finger, "caught." 

Never with the silly 

Banter, sport, or jest; 
Even for your frolics 

Wise friends are the best- 



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I wo little froggies they sighed to one another: 
"Our puddle is all water and no meat. 
Let us sit upon the bank, where the lovely 
mud is shining, 
And maybe we'll see something good to eat." 

Forty little ants said gayly to each other: 

"Hurrah! Hurrah! We're going to the bogs;" 

But the forty little ants never dreamed that they were 
going 
Just to make a dainty dinner for the frogs. 



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I JINS in the carpet, tacks in the floor, 

* Needles in the drugget, wind through the door, 

Fire in the fender! Oh, it beats all! 

There isn't a place where our baby can crawl. 




ROTTERY, trottery, out of breath! 
Nurse trots the baby 'most to death; 
Sick or well, or cold or hot, 
It's trottery, trottery, trottery-trot! 



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PUSSY'S CLASS 

"TI^TOW, children," said Puss, as she shook her head, 

• ^ "It is time your morning lesson was said." 
So her kittens drew near with footsteps slow. 
And sat down before her, all in a row. 

"Attention, class!" said the cat-mamma, 
"And tell me quick where your noses are." 

At this all the kittens sniffed the air 

As though it were filled with a perfume rare. 

"Now what do you say when you want a drink .f*" 
The kittens waited a moment to think, 

And then the answer came clear and loud — 

You ought to have heard how those kittens meow'd! 

"Very well. 'Tis the same, with a sharper tone, 
When you want a fish or a bit of bone. 

Now what do you say when children are good?" 
And the kittens purred as soft as they could. 

"And what do you do when children are bad.' 

When they tease and pull.''" Each kitty looked sad 

"Pooh!" said their mother, "that isn't enough; 
You must use your claws when children are rough! 

"And where are your claws? No, no, my dear;" 
(As she took up a paw) " See! they're hidden here." 

Then all the kittens crowded about 

To see their sharp little claws brought out. 
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PUSSY'S CLASS 

They felt quite sure they never should need 
To use such weapons — oh, no, indeed! 

But their wise mamma gave a pussy's "pshaw!" 
And boxed their ears with her softest paw. 

"Now 'Sptisss!' as hard as you can," she said — 
But every kitten hung down its head — 

"Sptisss! I say," cried the mother cat. 

But they said, "O mammy, we can't do that!" 

"Then go and play," said the fond mamma; 

"What sweet little idiots kittens are! 
Ah, well, I was once the same, I suppose" — 

And she looked very wise and rubbed her nose. 




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r\UMPHY DICKY said, "/ can't;" 
^^ Joe said, "By and by;" 
Grumpy Jacky said, "/ shan't;" 
Tommy said, "I'll try." 



OOME are starving, some are filling, 
^^ Some are lazy, and some are willing, 
Some are frowzy, and others are curled — 
It takes all kinds, sir, to make a world. 



** I 'HERE'S a fragrance in the blossom, 

^ But the fruit is better still; 
And the river rushes farther 
Than ever could the rill. 



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"T To. for a frolic!" 

^ ^ Said Johnny the stont: 
"There's coasting and sledding,- 
I'm going out! " 

Scarcely had Johnny 

Plunged in the snow, 
When there came a complaint 

Up from his toe:— 

"We're cold," said the toe, 

"I and the rest; 
There are ten of us freezing — ■ 

Standing abreast." 

Then up spoke an ear: 

"My! but it's labor — 
Playing in winter. Eh, 

Opposite neighbor?" 

"Pooh!" said his nose, 

Angry and red; 
"Who wants to tingle? 

Go home to bed!" 
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JOHNNY THE STOUT 

Eight little fingers, 

Four to a thumb, 
All cried together, 

"Johnny, we're numb!" 

But Johnny the stout 

Wouldn't listen a minute; 

Never a snow-bank 
But Johnny was in it. 

Tumbling and jumping. 

Shouting with glee, 
Wading the snow-drifts 

Up to his knee. 

Soon he forgot them. 

Fingers and toes, — 
Never once heeded 

The ear and the nose. 

Ah, what a frolic! 

All in a glow, 
Johnny grew warmer 

Out in the snow. 

Often his breathing 

Came with a joke: 
"Blaze away, Johnny! 

I'll do the smoke." 

"And I'll do the fire," 
Said Johnny the bold; 

"Fun is the fuel, 

For driving off cold." 
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TF Pussy were made of leather, 
•^ And Doggie were made of lead, 
I'd tumble them both together, 
And hammer them on the head. 

But Pussy is warm and tender. 
And Doggie is good and true; 

So I'd rather far defend her, — 
And Doggie, too. — Wouldn't you ? 




LD Doctor Paff, he used to laugh 
Whenever he saw the brindle calf. 
But Doctor Paff thought best to bow 
When at last he met the brindle cow. 



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WILLIE'S LODGER 

n^WO little boys named Willie 
^ Live in the house with me. 

One is as good a darling 
As ever I wish to see; 

His eyes are glad, his smile is sweet, 

His voice is kind, his dress is neat. 
And he is the boy for me. 

This Willie says, "Good morning!" 

Happy as any bird; 
A merrier laugh, a lighter step, 

No mortal ever heard. 
"Thank you," he says, and "If you please: 
He will not pout, he will not tease — 

Oh! he is the boy for me! 



The other Willie, sad to say. 

Is very, very bad; 
I think he is as cross a child 

As ever a mother had. 
"Go 'way!" he shrieks. He squalls and cries. 
The angry tears oft fill his eyes — 

He is not the boy for me. 

He lingers round my Willie, 

And whispers evil things — 
Oh! how we dread him! for we know 

The sin and grief he brings! 
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WILLIE'S LODGER 

Who keeps him, then? Why, Willie's self;. 
He keeps this wicked Willie-elf 
Who is not the boy for me. 

If I were you, my Willie, 

I'd make him stay away, — 
This boy who grieves your mother 

And spoils your brightest day, — 
For he lives in you where he doesn't belong; 
So oust him, Willie! Send him along! 
"Clear out!" I'd say, "old Fume and Fret! 
This heart of mine is not to let, — 

You're not the boy for me." 




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||OOR Billy boy was music mad, 
Oh music mad was he; 
And yet he was as blithe a lad 
As any lad could be — 
With a "hi-de-diddle. 
Bow and fiddle, 
Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he — 
For Billy was as blithe a lad 
As any lad could be. 



"Nobody knows the joy I know. 

Or sees the sights I see, 
So play me high, or j)lay me low, 

My fiddle's enough for me. 
It takes me here, it takes me there — 

So play me low or high — 
It finds me, binds me anywhere. 

And lifts me to the sky." 
With a "hi-de-diddle. 
Bow and fiddle, 

Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he — 
For Billy was as blithe a lad 

As any lad could be. 



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Little /list Limlievicin 




T ITTLE Miss Limberkin, 

^■^ Dreadful to say, 

Found a mouse in the cupboard 

Sleeping away. 
Little Miss Limberkin 

Gave such a scream, 
She frightened the little mouse 

Out of its dream. 



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T'LL tell you how I speak a piece: 
^ First, I make my bow; 
Then I bring ray words out clear 
And plain as I know how. 

Next, I throw my hands up so ! 

Then I lift my eyes — 
That's to let my hearers know 

Something doth surprise. 

Next, I grin and show my teeth. 

Nearly every one; 
Shake my shoulders, hold my sides: 

That's the sign of fun. 

Next I start and knit my brow, 

Hold my head erect: 
Something's wrong, you see, and I 

Decidedly object. 

Then I wabble at ray knees, 

Clutch at shadows near. 
Tremble well from top to toe: 

That's the sign of fear. 
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THE WAY TO DO IT 

Now I start, and with a leap 

Seize an airy dagger. 
"Wketch!" I cry. That's tragedy, 

Every soul to stagger. 

Then I let my voice grow faint, 
Gasp and hold my breath; 

Tumble down and plunge about: 
That's a villain's death. 

Quickly then I come to life, 

(Pardon me the fraud) 
With a bow my speech is done — 

Now you'll please applaud. 



155 



HALLOO, OLD SCUTTLE! 

T TALLQO. old scuttle! good old soul, 

■^ ^ What's become of all your coal ? 

Why the tongs he came with a gobbledy-gun, 

And took my coals out, one by one; 

And the blaze ran in with a tricksy-spire 

And set the pretty things a-fire; 

And the blower came with a roaring-roar. 

And made them burn up more and more; 

And then the poker with koppitty-hop. 

He poked their ashes and made 'em drop — 

And that, O Koppitty-Rigamarole! 

Is what's become of all mv coal." 



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HEN I was little. 

Thought I was big; 
Now I'm a giant, 
Don't care a fig. 

When I was nobody, 
Felt quite a chap; 

Now that I'm somebody 
Don't care a rap. 



T'D like to be a splendid man — 
■^ Yes, perfect — just like my Papa — - 
But then I'd soon be scolded well. 
As "Daddy" is by dear Mamma. 



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NOT ONLY IN THE CHRISTMAS-TIDE 

I^TOT only in the Christmas-tide 
^ ^ The holy baby lay 
But month by month his home he blessed, 
And brightened every day. 

Each season held its light divine, 

Its glow of love and cheer; 
For Christ, who lived for all the world, 

Was part of all the year. 



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/^H, tell me, children who have seen 
^-^ The Christmas-tree in bloom, 
What is the very brightest thing 
That sparkles in the room ? 

The candles? No. The tinsel? No. 

The skates and shining toys ? 
Not so, indeed; nor yet the eyes 

Of happy girls and boys. 

It's Christmas day itself, my dears! 

It's Christmas day alone — 
The brightest gift, the gladdest gift 

The world has ever known. 



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" What is the baby thinking about ? 
Very wonderful things, no doubt." 

TVTHAT are the old folks thinking about? 

' ' Very wonderful things, no doubt. 
A thought like this filled the baby's head 
(A wonderful baby, and very well read). 

He gazed at grandpa, and grandma too; 
And mirrored the pair in his eyes of blue, 
As side by side they sat there, rocking — 
He with his pipe, and she with her stocking. 

And the baby wondered, as well he might, 
Why old folks always were happy and bright; 
And he said in his heart, with a blithe little start 
That showed how gladly he'd act his part: 

"I'll find some baby, as soon as I can. 
To stay with me till I'm grown an old man; 
And, side by side, we'll sit there, rocking — 
I with my pipe, and she with her stocking." 



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T^IRDIES with broken wings, 
^"^ Hide from each other; 
But babies in trouble, 

Can run home to mother. 




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HERE was an old lady all dressed in silk, 



Who lived upon lemons and buttermilk; 
And, thinking this world was a sour old place, 
She carried its acid all over her face; 
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T H K THREE OLD LADIES 



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Another old lady, all dressed in patches, 
Lived upon nothing but Lucifer matches; 
So the vjorld, it made her strangle and cough. 
And sure as you rubbed her you set her oflF. 
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THE THREE OLD LADIES 




Another old lady, all sminy and neat, » — ^»»^ 

Who lived upon sugar, and every thing sweet; ^'^ 

Exclaimed, when she heard of their troubles, "I never! 
For the world is so nice I could live on forever." 

Now, children, take your choice 

Of the food your hearts shall eat; 
There are sourish thoughts, and brimstone thoughts. 

And thoughts all good and sweet; 

And whatever the heart feeds on, 

Dear children, trust to me. 
Is precisely what this queer old world 

Will seem to you to be. 

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. THE MAYOR OF SCUTTLETON 

^T^HE Mayor of Scuttleton burned liis nose 

•^ Trying to warm his copper toes; 
He lost his money and spoiled his will 
By signing his name with an icicle-quill; 
He went bare-headed, and held his breath, 
And frightened his wife almost to death; 
He loaded a shovel, and tried to shoot. 
And killed the calf in the leg of his boot; 
He melted a snow-bird, and formed the habit 
Of dancing jigs with a sad Welsh rabbit; 
He lived on taffy, and tq,xed the town; 
And read his newspaper upside down; 
Then he sighed, and hung his hat on a feather. 
And bade the townspeople come together; 
But the worst of it all was, nobody knew 
What the Mavor of Scuttleton next would do. 




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'TpHREE-YEAR-OLD Nell by the window-pane 

^ stood, 

A good little girl, and as pretty as good. 
Watching the snow come down — 
Falling so lightly. 
So swiftly and brightly. 
It whitened all the town. 

"See, Aunty!" she cried, in a joyous strain, 
"Oh, Aunty, look out! and see the popped rain! 
The air is as full as can be; 
And it never stops, 
But it jumps and hops. 
Like the corn that you pop for me." 



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GOOD-NIGHT ! 

WHAT do I see in Baby's eyes 
So bright? 
I see the bhie, I see a spark, 
I see a twinkle, in the dark, 
Of light. 

What do I see in Baby's eyes 

Shut tight? 
The bhie is gone, the light is hid — 
I'll lay a soft kiss on each lid. 

Good -night! 




HAT makes baby brave and bright ? 
Angels guard him day and night. 



167 



TEN KINDS 

TVTINNIE WHINE-Y, all things grieve her; 

"■ Fannie Fibber, who'd believe her? 
Lotty Loozem, late to school, sir; 
Albert Allplay, quite a fool, sir; 
Kitty Kissem, loved by many, 
Georgy Grump, not loved by any; 
Ralphy Ruff, — beware his fist, sir; 
Tillie Tattle, like a blister; 
Gus Goodaction, bright and cheery; 
Sammy Selfish, sour and dreary. 
Do you know them, as I've sung them ? 
Easy 'tis to choose among them. 




168 



SHEPHERD JOHN 

/^H! Shepherd John is good and kind, 
^-^ Oh! Shepherd John is brave; 
He loves the weakest of his flock. 
His arm is quick to save. 

But Shepherd John to little John 
Says: "Learn, my laddie, learn! 

In grassy nooks still read your books. 
And aye for knowledge burn. 

"Read while you tend the grazing flock: 
Had I but loved my book, 
I'd not be still in shepherd's frock, 
Nor bearing shepherd's crook. 

"The world is wide, the world is fair, 
There's muckle work to do. 
I'll rest content a shepherd still. 
But grander fields for vou!" 



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T AZY LOU, Lazy Lou, 

^-^ What's the matter, child, with you ? 

Can't you work ? Can't you play ? 

Can't you tuck your hair away ? 

If I were you, my Lazy Lou, 

I'd change my ways. That's what I'd do. 



COMB AND BRUSH 

""DUSY bee! busy bee! 

^-^ Where is your home ? " 
"In truth, pretty maiden, 

I live in a comb." 

"And you, little Rabbit, 
Where do you rush.''" 

"I rush to r y home, dear. 
Under the brush!" 



170 



FLOWERS 

11 TTV little one came, and bronght me a flower, 
^'^ Never a sweeter one grew; 
But it drooped and faded in one short hour, 
And lost all its pretty blue. 

My little one stayed in the room and played; 

And so my flower bloomed bright, — - 
My beautiful blossom that did not fade. 

But slept in my arms all night. 




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T ITTLE Jenny with a pail 
•'"^ Tripping to the spring; 
Little Jack astride a rail 
Laughed to hear her sing. 

Little Jenny softly said, 

"I'm tired as I can be." 
But Jack was sure that the little maid 

Said, "Carry my pail for me." 




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ILLY lay by the dimpling brook. 
Where the sun had lain before; 
And, strange to say, when its place he took. 
The spot just brightened the more. 

The birds were singing in the blue, 

A song that was like a hymn; 
While the baby ducklings, two by two, 

Strayed into the water to swim. 

"Heigho!" sighed Willy, "I cannot fly. 

Nor even so much as float; 
And as for singing like robins, why, 

I never could raise a note. 

"But I can play on my pipe," said he; 

And soon the music came — - 
So clear and sweet, so blithesome free. 

That it put the birds to shame. 
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WILLY AND HIS PIPE 

The baby ducklings softly splashed. 

The robins yet harder tried, 
The sprinkled grass in sunlight flashed. 

As it nodded by Willy's side. 

And, before he knew, he was floating free 
On a sparkling river of thought; 

W^hile the birds in the air came down to see 
What wonder the pipe had wrought. 

And still the music softly rose. 

Still Willy was floating free; 
And the little ducks with their funny toes. 

Were happy as happy could be. 




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HRie Knowmg 

Raccoon 



THERE once was a knowing raccoon 
Who didn't believe in the moon. 
"Every month— don't you see?— 
There's a new one," said he. 
"No real moon could wear out so soon!' 



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I HE Moon went up to the twinkling sky, 
* To see what the stars were about: 
"Fair Night," quoth she, "are the family in?" 
"Oh! no, they are every one out." 



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td/ioming 

f^ OOD-MORNING, mamma! Good-morning, 

^^ bright sun! 

Good-morning, papa! The day is begun. 

Good-morning to every one, pussy as well: 

Does he sleep like the rest, till he hears the first bell ? 

Good-morning it is, for the sky is all blue. 

The grass is just shining and sparkling with dew; 

The birds all are singing their merriest song. 

And the air through the window comes sunny and 

Good-morning it is, for dark was the night. 
And chilly and still; but the morning is bright. 
If God did not watch us and bring us the .day, 
We would never be able to get up and play. 



Good-morning, new day! I'm glad we're awake. 
Your work and your sunshine and frolic to take; 
And I'm glad we are able so gayly to call: 
Good-morning! good-morning! Good-morning to all! 
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V/^Ke upBirdie 



"DIRDIE with the folded wing, 
^■^ Shall we never hear you sing ? 
Sleepy birdie, wake up quick! 
Pretty birdie, are you sick ? 
Birdie, birdie! are you dead? 
Birdie, birdie! lift your head! 
Lift your head, and show your beak 
Naughty birdie! won't you speak? 
Here is water for your cup; 
Here is sugar — eat it up: 
Here is sunshine warm and bright. — 
Now he sings with all his might! 




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TF blue-birds bloomed like flowers in a row, 
* And never could make a sound. 
How would the daisies and violets know 

When to come out of the ground! 
They would wait and wait the seasons round; 

Never a flower could on earth be found. 

And what would birds and butterflies do 

If the flowers had wings to fly ? 
Why, birds and blossoms, and butterflies too. 

Would stay far up in the sky; 
And then the people would droop and sigh, 

And all the children on earth would cry. 



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THE DIFFERENCE 

SOME children roam the fields and hills, 
And others work in noisy mills; 
Some dress in silks, and dance and play. 
While others drudge their lives away; 
Some glow with health and bound with song. 
And some must suffer all day long. 

Which is your lot, my girl and boy ? 

Is it a life of ease and joy ? 

Ah, if it is, its glowing sun 

The poorer life should shine upon. — 

Make glad one little heart to-day. 

And help one burdened child to play. 




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CONFUSION 

■* I '^INKER, come bring your solder, 

^ And mend this watch for me. 
Haymaker, get some fodder. 

And give my cat his tea. 
Cobbler, my horse is limping. 

He'll have to be shod anew; 
While the smith brings forge and hammer 

To make my daughter a shoe. 
Bestir yourselves, my lazies! 

I give you all fair warning: 
You must do your work 'twixt twelve at night. 

And an hour before one in the morning. 



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^^E gentlemen far, and gentlemen near, 
•^ And ladies fair, and children dear. 
Come, list to the mournful tale — heigho! — 
Of the frog who wouldn't a-wooing go: 



Once on a time, when nations were few. 
And whether the world stood still or flew. 
Nobody cared and nobody knew, 
A respectable pair. 

By name of Gluck, 
Lived in a pool 

On the Isle of Muck. 
Oh! very blest were this pair of frogs, 
Their lot was cast in the softest of bogs. 
Mrs. Gluck had an exquisite voice, 
Their sky was serenest, 
Their puddle the greenest 
That ever bade heart of a froggy rejoice. 



But of all the blessings that came to this pair. 
Most precious of all was a son and heir, 
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THE FROG WHO WOULDN'T A-WOOING GO 

With the widest of mouths and the loveliest stare — 
Their brisk little pollywog. 

Hearty and hale; 
Their own little frisky one, 
All head and tail! 
Ah! never were parents so happy as these, 
Though their child, to be sure, wouldn't sit on their 

knees. 
And this, let me say, was a very bad sign 
Though they didn't perceive it 
And couldn't conceive it. 
For it proved that he didn't to duty incline. 



Well, the days flew along, and their child grew 

apace. 
Till at last a fine form came to balance his face; 
And his legs grew so fast they seemed running a 
race. 
Completed at last. 

With his garment of green, 
Just the handsomest froggy 
That ever was seen. 
He said to his mother: "Now, madam, I'm blown 
If — ahem! I should say, I'm not perfectly grown; 
So in future I wish my own master to be. 
Though I thank you most kindly 
For loving me blindly. " 
(Such airs in a youngster were dreadful to see!) 
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THE FROG WHO WOULDN'T A-WOOING GO 

IV. 

"O son," quoth his mother, "you fill me with pain!" 
And she sobbed and she sighed with her whole might and 

main. 
And turned to her husband in desperate strain. 
"Pooh, pooh!" said old Gluck, 

"The youngster is right. 
So let him alone, ma'am. 
Or you and I'll fight. 
And, hark ye, my son, I have noticed of late 
Yon puddle attracts you. 'Tis well. Fied your mate. 
The Gungs, as a family, seem to adore you. 
Select your own waters. 
Take one of the daughters. 
And leap into life like your father before you." 



Alas for young puddle-dum! Proudly he scouted 
The sire's good advice. He sulked and he pouted, 
And the Gung girls, in turn, every one of them, flouted. 
"What, choose me a wife! 

Does he think I'm a fool ? 
No, my motto for life 
Is: One frog to a pool. 
Shall I yield up my freedom — be tied to a bog ? 
Not I, by my jumps!" quoth this prig of a frog. 
"Miss Gung, sir, for all /"U prevent, gug-a-loo! 
May sing till they carry me, 
'No one will marry me. 
Nobody, nobody's coming to woo!'" 
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PIG scrambled up from his slumbers. 
And grunted with rage at the lark: 
"Why must you begin your loud carol 
Before we are out of the dark?" 



"Good sir," said the lark, as he flitted 
Right gayly from blossom to bud, 

"Look up to the sky for your morning — 
It never begins in the mud!" 
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T GAVE my puss a mac-a-roon, 
^ And bade her eat with a silver spoon; 
I brought a glass of sparkling wine, 
And bade the pretty creature dine. 

But see what came of it, a-lack! 
That naughty pussy turned her back; 
Now was it not a dreadful sight 
To see a puss so impolite ? 



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A COMMON MISTAKE 

nr*HE wisest thing 

^ For any man. 

Is to get from others 

All he can. 
The meanest thing 

A man can do, 
Is to get his gains 

From me or you. 



LOOK UP 

W/HETHER fair, whether foul. 

"' Be it wet or dry, 
Cloudy time or shiny time 

The sun's in the sky. 
Gloomy-night, sparkle-night. 

Be it glad or dread, 
Cloudy time or shiny time. 

Stars are overhead. 



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I lOOR little mousie, what a mishap! 

^ Why did you put your nose in the trap ? 

Hold still, mousie, and trust to me — 

I'll touch the spring, and set you free! 



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HE came behind me, and covered my eyes, 
"Who is this?" growled he, so sly, 
"Why, Cousin Jeremy, how can 1 tell, 
When my eyes are shut?" said I. 




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TVTHAT shall we take to Boston ? 

' • Tell me, my baby, pray. 
We must take our eyes to see with. 
And take our ears to hear with. 
And take our feet to run with. 
And take our arms to hug with. 

And a "how-dye-do?" 

" How do you do ? " 
And " how are you all to-day ? " 



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OH, where are all the good little girls, — 
Where are they all to-day ? 
And where are all the good little boys ? 
Tell me, somebody, pray. 

Safe in their fathers' and mothers' hearts 

The girls are stowed away; 
And where the girls are, look for the boys,- 

Or so I've heard folk say, 





EXTRAVAGANCE 

AVE you apples, good grocer?" 
"O yes, ma'am, how many?' 
"How do you sell them. Sir?" 
"Two for a penny." 



"I'll have two, Mr. Grocer, 
They're good for my baby; 

Send 'em home in an hour, Sir." 
"That I will, lady." 



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T TlTRRAH for the bouncer, exactly fourteen; 
■*■ ^ The blithest old schoolboy that ever was seen, 
Hurrah for the Harry who went by, this way. 
One Valentine's eve, thirteen and a day! 

There was Harn,', aged ticelve, I remember him well, 
A hawk from a hernshaw he always could tell; 
And Harry, eleven — ah! how he could fiddle 
And scrape with his bow from the end to the middle. 

Then the bold boy of ten that my Harry appeared, 
A few years ago, when the war-mists were cleared; 
A chubby young fellow he flourished at nine, 
A right chubby fellow, this Harry of mine. 

At eight he was slender; at seven, quite fat; 

At six he was saucy — depend upon that! 

At five he put on his first trousers and jacket; 

x\t four who could match him in making a racket ? 

At three the young rascal was always in trouble; 
At two he was teething (his front teeth, and double);^ 
At one he was precious and something to carry. 
And the year before that there was never a Harry! 



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N 

I "^HERE was an old weather-vane high on a shed ^^— 

^^^JW The wind came a courting and turned his head; ^BF 

^^^ And all it could say with its twisted mouth ^^^ 
Was — East, and West, and North, and South. 

5 



'T^WISTAN TURNEM, let me see, 

^ Which is the way to Tweedle-dee? 
Why, turn about the way you've come, 
And take the road to Tweedle-dum. 



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TVTHAT does the drum say? "Rub-a-dub-dub! 
^^ Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub! Pound away, bub! 
Make as much racket as ever you can. 
Rub-a-dub! rub-a-dub! Go it, my man!" 

What does the trumpet say? "Toot-a-toot-too! 
Toot-a-toot, toot-a-toot! Hurrah for you! 
Blow in this end, sir, and hold me out, so. 
Toot-a-toot! toot-a-toot! Why don't you blow?" 

What does the whip say? "Snaperty-snap! 
Call that a crack, sir — flipperty flap! 
Up with the handle, and down with the lash. 
Snaperty! snaperty! Done in a flash." 

What does the gun say? "Put in my stick, 
I am a real pop-gun. Fire me quick! 
See that you fire in nobody's eye. 
Steady! my manikin. Now let it fly!" 

What does the sword say? "Swishy-an-swish! 
Flash in the sunlight, and give me a wish. 
W'ish I was real, sir — cut 'em in bits! 
Wouldn't I scare all the world into fits!" 

What do they all say, trumpet and gun. 
Whip, sword, and drum-stick? "Hurrah for fun! 
Babies no longer, but stout little men. 
Racket forever! and racket again!" 
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•* I '^HERE was a rare boy who fell ill, 
•*• And begged them to give him a pill; 

"For my kind parents' sake, 

The dose I will take," 
Said this rare little boy who fell ill. 



^T'HERE was an old doctor of Brille, 
^ Who gave all his patients a pill. 
"It will cure 'em," he said. 
Or else kill 'em dead" — 
This skilful old doctor of Brille. 



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I HAD a little Scotchman, 
Who reached to my chin; 
He was swift as an arrow, 

And neat as a pin. 
He ran on my errands. 
And sang me a song; 
Oh, he was as happy 
As summer is long! 
Yes, really inspired 
Unless he felt tired. 
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THE ROCKING-HORSE 



"TVTHERE have you been, my children; 

''' Where have you been, I pray?" 
"Oh, but we've been a-riding, 

A-riding the live-long day." 



"And how did you ride, my darlings; 

And where did all of you go?" 
"We all of us went on horseback, 

A-galloping in a row. 

"Jack had the whole of the saddle; 

I held on to the tail; 
And Leslie, under the fore-feet, 

Managed to ride the rail; 

"Jackey galloped and cantered, — 
Played he galloped, I mean; 

For Les. and I did the rocking. 
And Jack just rode between. 

"Oh, didn't our animal caper 
As he hitched himself along! 

We might have kept on forever. 
If they'd only made him strong. 
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THE ROCKING-HORSE 

"But when I pitched on the carpet, 
His tail so tight in my hand, 

And Les. from the rail fell kicking, 
Why, horsey came to a stand. 

"If Les. had only kept quiet, 

We might have played we were dead; 
I don't see the sense in yelling 

Because you've bumped your head. 

"Jackey held on like a good one. 
And looked as fine as a fiddle, — 

But it's nothing to ride a-horseback 
If a fellow is on in the middle." 




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UP IN A BALLOON 

\Y7^ four went up in a big balloon — 

" Father, Uncle, Fred, and I; 
The band struck up a beautiful tune. 
And all the populace waved "good-bye." 

At first it wavered, and jerked and swayed. 
And father asked: "Do you feel afraid?" 

But I laughed: "Oh, no! 

It is grand to go;" 
And so he called me his brave little maid. 

Up we went. Oh, ever so high! 

Up, till we must have touched the sky; 

Town, river, and bay, 

All faded away, — 
And then poor Freddy began to cry: 
"I want to get out," he screamed, "oh, my!' 

Up, up, we went, and on we sailed; 
While still poor Freddy wept and wailed. 

He jumped about. 

And tried to get out; 
And so we soon went down, down, down, 
And tied the balloon to a tree in town. 



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Aft Gto®^cro(30^ 

IN and out, in and out, 
Through the clouds heaped about, 
Wanders the bright moon. 



What she seeks, I do not know; 
Where it is, I cannot show. 

I am but a little child, 
And the night is strange and wild. 
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AT THE WINDOW 

In and out, in and out, 

Wanders the bright moon; 
In and out, in and out. 

She will find it soon. 

There she comes! as clear as day, — 
Now the clouds are going away. 
She is smiling, I can see. 
And she's looking straight at me. 

Pretty moon, so bright and round. 
Won't you tell me what you found? 



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THE COOK'S LITTLE BOY 

A REAL apple-pudding for Mammy and me! 
^ ^ A-boiling as hard as I ever did see! 
O Mammy! I'm going to jump up and looks 
And tell the old pudding to hurry and cook. 

Is it looking in, Mammy, that hinders the boil ? 
Well, I'd feel very bad for my pudding to spoil; 
So I'll cover it up, like a good little son. 
And play on the floor till you tell me it's done. 

The chil'ren up-stairs — they're all dressed up so fine, 
But their pudding's no better than Mammy's and 

mine. 
Oh! isn't it nice when your Mammy's the cook, 
And whenever you like you can climb up and look! 



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BENNY'S BUTTONS 

OW many buttons has Benny, 
Counting 'em six for a penny ? 

Why, five on his sack. 
And two on the back, 
And — would you believe ? — 
A pair on each sleeve; 
And six on his trousers, 
Yes, regular rousers! 
And eight on his vest— 
A grand " double-breast " — 
All eight in full sight 
When buttoned up tight. 
Then three on one shoe, 
WTiile the mate has but two; 
And one at the end 
Of his top-string, depend. 
And, ah I there's the strap 
On his regiment cap. 
It begins with a button 
And ends with a button; 
And really that's all 
I now can recall. 

So, counting them six for a penny. 
How many buttons has Bennv ? 



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OHO! have you seen the Frost-King, 
A-marching up the hill ? 
His hoary face is stern and pale. 

His touch is icy chill. 
He sends the song birds to the South, 

He bids the brooks be still; 
Yet not in wrath or cruelty 
He inarches up the hill. 



Often he rests at noontime, 

To see the sunbeams play. 
And flash his spears of icicles. 

Or bid them melt away. 
He'll toss the snow-flakes in the air. 

Nor let them go nor stay; 
Then hold his breath that they may fall. 

And coasting boys may play. 
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THE FROST-KING 

He'll touch the brooks and rivers wide. 

That skating crowds may shout; 
He'll make the people far and near 

Remember he's about. 
He'll send his nimble, frosty Jack — 

Without a shade of doubt — 
To do all kinds of merry pranks. 

And call the children out; 

He'll sit upon the whitened fields. 

And reach his icy hand 
O'er houses where the sudden cold 

Folks cannot understand. 
The very moon, that ventures forth 

From clouds so soft and grand, 
Will stare to see the stiffened look 

That settles o'er the land. 

And so the Frost-King o'er the hills, 

And o'er the startled plain, 
Will come and go from year to year 

Till Earth grows young again — 
Till Time himself shall cease to be. 

Till gone are hill and plain: 
Whenever Winter comes to stay. 

The hoary King shall reign. 




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hARLY to bed and early to rise:" 

If that would make me wealthy and wise 

I'd rise at daybreak, cold or hot, 

And go back to bed at once. Why not? 



•* I 'OM of Clapham used to say, 
^ He loved his mother dearly; 
Yet he vexed her sorely every day- 
Does that strike you queerly? 



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THE WOODEN HORSE 

REAL horse is good, 
But a horse made of wood 
Is a much better horse for my lad; 
For he needn't be tied, 
And he's steady beside. 
And never is lazy or bad. 

When pulled, he will go; 

And he stops when you "whoa!" 
For he always is willing to please; 

And though you may stay 

By the water all day. 
Not once for a drink will he tease. 

Not a handful of feed, 

All his life, does he need; 
And he never wants brushing or combing: 

And after a race 

All over the place, 
He never stands panting and foaming. 

He doesn't heed flies. 

Though they light on his eyes; 

Mosquitoes and gnats he'll not mind: 
And he never will shy, 
Though a train whizzes by. 

But always is gentle and kind. 
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THE WOODEN HORSE 

A real horse, some day, 

Will be running away; 
A donkey is so apt to kick; 

A goat will upset you, 

A doggie will fret you — 
Your wooden horse hasn't a trick! 

No chance of a crash. 

Or a runaway smash, 
Though never so playful and glad. 

Oh! 'tis best when you drive 

To be brought home alive — 
So a fine wooden horse for my lad ! 



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COMB MUSIC 

I '^WO children once sat in the twilight gray 

^ Playing a tune in a comical way; 
They each pressed a comb to their rosy red lips, 
And little they cared for tickles and slips, 
For wheezings, and paper that always would fall. 
For oh! such loud music, or no note at all. 
'Twas sweet to their ears, as fondly they heard 
This musical strain coming forth, word for word: 
"W-h-h-wome, w-h-h-wome, szzzeeet, zhhweet zome, 
Bheet wev zo hhumble, therzzz nho blazzze liek zhhomel " 

Now they are grown, and sing in the choir 

Of their own village church with the beautiful spire; 

So sweet are her notes, so perfect her skill. 

Not a bird of the air but might envy her trill. 

Not a wind of the night but right gladly would know 

How to make his rich music so plaintive and low. 

Together their voices in harmony blend. 
And steep all their days in a joy without end; 
And yet in their hearts they have always confessed 
That lovely duet long ago was the best. 
When they tingled their lips at the musical comb. 
And tried hard to play there was "zno blaizzz liek 
zhome. " 



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HEN the sun is sinking low in the skies, 
The evening primrose opens her eyes. 
"Come back, dear Sun," she seems to say; 
"I've been dreaming of you the live-long day." 




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FOUR LITTLE BIRDS 

FOUR little birds all flew from their nests, — 
Flew north, flew south, flew east and west; 
They thought they would like a wider view, 
So they spread their wings and away they flew. 



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jABY NELL had ten little toes, 
Baby Nell had two little hose, 
She always stared when the hose went 

on, 
And thought the ten little toes were 
gone. 



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'' I 'HE fairest and the merriest, 

^ The kindest girl I know, 
The brightest and the cheeriest. 
Is Httle Minnie Stowe. 

Little Minnie Stowe it is — 

Little Minnie Stowe; 
I'll marry her when I am big — 

The sweetest girl I know! 



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Hew the^ 
IHevi^yP^ar came 

^T^riE sun was sinking out of sight. 
^ "Besiiie, " said Herbert, "have you heard? 

It's really true, upon my word. 
This year is going away to-night. 

Its time is up, they say, and so 

At midnight it will have to go. 

And, right away, another year 

Will come along, a real new year, 

As soft as any mouse — 
So soft, we'll hardly hear it creep — 

Yes, come right to this very house. 
While every one's asleep!" 

Now, Bessie's eyes grew wide, to hear. 

"Let's keep awake," she cried, "and so 

We'll see one come and see one go — 
Two years at once! Won't that be queer? 

Let's tell the New Year it is bad; 

We want the one we've always had, 
With birds and flowers and things that grow. 

And funny ice and pretty snow. 

It had my birthday, too, in May, 
And yours — when was it ? and you know 

How it had Fourth o' July one day. 
And Christmas. Oh! it mustn't go!" 
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HOW THE NEW YEAR CAME 

"Ha! ha!" laughed Herbert, "what a Bess! 
This year was new when first it came. 
The next one will be just the same 

As this that's going now, I guess. 

That's nothing. But what bothers me 
Is how the change is going to be. 
I can't see how one year can go 
And one can come at midnight, so 
All in a minute — that's the bother! 

I've heard them say 'the rolling year': 
You'd think they'd roll on one another, 

Unless they knew just how to steer." 

The speck of time 'twixt day and day 
Was close at hand. Herbert and Bess 
Had won their parents' smiling "yes" 

To watch the old year go away. 

Nurse on the lounge found easy rest. 
Till Bess should come to be undressed; 
All but the children were asleep. 
And years might roll, or years might creep. 
For all they cared; while Bess and Bert, 

Who never stirred and scarcely spoke, 
Watched the great clock, awake, alert. 

All breathless for the coming stroke. 

Soon Bessie whispered, "Moll don't care." 
Moll was her doll. And Herbert said, 
"The clock's so far up overhead 

It makes me wink to watch it there, — 

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HOW THE NEW YEAR CAME 

The great tall thing! Let's look inside!" 
And so its door they opened wide: 
Tick-a-tick! How loud it sounded! 
Bessie's heart with wonder bounded. 
How the great round thing that hung 
Down the middle, swung and swung! 
Tich, a-tick, a-tick, a-iick — 
Dear, how loud it was, and quick! 
Tick-a, tick-a, tick-a, iick-a! 
Surely it was growing quicker! 
While the swinging thing kept on. 
Back and forth, and never done. 

There! It's coming! Loud and clear. 

Each ringing stroke the night alarms! 

Bess, screaming, hid in Herbert's arms. 
"The year!" he cried, "the year! the year!" 

"Where ?" faltered Bessie, "which ? where'bouts ?" 

But still "The year!" glad Herbert shouts; 

And still the steady strokes rang on 

Until the banished year was gone. 

"We've seen the Old Year out — hurrah!" 

"Oh! oh!" sobbed Bessie, "call mamma. 
I don't like years to racket so; 
It frightens me to hear 'em go!" 
But Herbert kissed away her tears, 
And, gently soothing all her fears. 
He heard the New Year coming quick. 
Tick, a-tick, a-tick, a-tickl 
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CHRISTMAS BELLS 

^^NE Christmas Eve a little maid 
^^ Into a fire-lit parlor strayed; 
And there on a chair lay the pretty song 
Her sister had sung her, — Dingle-dong! 

That rang like Christmas bells. 

Dingle, dingle, ting, (long! 
So sweet and clear, so warm and strong 

Dingle, dingle, ting, dong ! 

Merry Christmas bells. 

"I'll play it!" said the Httle maid; 
"The blaze is bright, I'm not afraid! 
I'll play it on the chair, and sing." 
So down she knelt, and dingle, ting, 

The ready Christmas bells, 

Dingle, dingle, ting, dong ! 
Sounded forth so sweet and long, — 

Dingle, dingle, ting, dong ! 

Happy Christmas bells. 

"It's darker!" thought the little maid; 
"But never mind, I'm not afraid! 
For Jesus once, in Galilee, 
Was just a little child like me. 

He loves the Christmas bells." 

Dingle, dingle, ting, dong I 
O baby voice! so sweet and strong! 

Dingle, dingle, ting, dong I 

Holy Christmas bells! 
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NasterTremMe 

A S soon as I take my degree 
•^ ^ As a classical scholar perfected. 
No sharp politician I'll be, 

Asking favors of all the elected. 
No learned profession my plan, 

Nor trade, till my courage is blunter; 
For surely, deny it who can ? 

The greatest of men is the hunter! 

There's Cummings the bold lion-tamer. 

And fearless, undaunted Gerard, 
And Baldwin, by tigers made lamer, 

And Speke with his camelopard. 

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MASTER TREMBLE 

And one of these days 'twill be Trerable,- 
Most famous of all, I'll be bound, — 

The great lion-crusher, young Tremble, 
None equal to him the world round. 

Already I've tested my mettle: 

No cat but will flee at my tread; 
And let a mosquito but settle 

And nip me — that instant he's dead! 
Know also that only this morning 

A terrible peril I met, 
While taking a ramble — no warning — 

(That hour shall I ever forget ?) 

I was longing at heart for a rifle, 

And a chance for some wonderful shot 
(A lion seemed then a mere trifle 

I would rather encounter than not), 
When, 'presto! a horrible creature 

Came buzzing and diving at me, 
Aiming straight at my favorite feature — 

A horrible, black bumble-bee! 

A horrible, black humble bumble, 

Bound straight for my beautiful nose; 
For an instant (I'll own) I did tumble, 

But quickly in majesty rose. 
Each childish emotion I swallowed. 

Moving onward as fast as I could; 
The great buzzing monster, he followed 

Till we came to a shadowy wood. 
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MASTER TREMBLE 

Ha! what was that sharp thrill of anguish, 

And what the great swelling that came? 
And why was I rushing and shouting — 

The whole of my face in a flame? 
I knew that the buzzing was louder, 

That my nose was as big as my head; 
I wanted to grind him to powder; 

I wished him a thousand times dead! 

Blind battle! my ev'ry-day jacket 

Was tighter than steel coat of mail. 
And the monster kept up such a racket, 

I scarce knew his head from his tail. 
He, plunging and wheeling and darting 

And pitching and screeching at me; 
I, maddened with burning and smarting — 

What wonder I dodged by a tree! 

What wonder that soon, in his frenzy. 

My murderous foe bumped his head! 
The tree never tumbled nor tottered. 

But he fell " co-chunk " in its stead. 
Then I turned, in a terrible passion, 

And stamped with my full might and main: 
I stamped in the sledge-hammer fashion, — 

My bee never bumbled again! 

Then why should I not be a hunter. 
So gallant and fearless and spry? 

What other vocation would answer 
For such a brave fellow as I? 
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MASTER TREMBLE 

Ah! woe to the beasts of the forest! 

And woe to all monsters with wings! 
As soon as my studies are over, 

I mean to do terrible things. 



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TVTOBODY near him, all in the dark, 
^ ^ Hear how fiercely our clog can bark! 
Somebody coming, by light of day, 
See how doggie will scamper away! 



He frightened the moon one Summer night, — 
And thought, at first, he had quenched her light. 
But 'twas only a cloud that had passed her by, 
So she dared him again that trick to try, — ■ 
And he fled in haste, as he barked " Good-bye ! " 



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